Everything Has It’s Price

This Memorial Day is definitely different than last year’s. Twelve months ago we were in complete lockdown. Now, as America slowly opens back up, we are able to gather with family and friends to celebrate our freedom.

But let’s always remember those who paid the ultimate price. Those whom we will never know personally yet gave everything for us.

Below is a poem by John McCrae, a Canadian doctor and teacher who served in WWI and wrote this fitting poem that memorializes the sacrifice of so many of our fellow countrymen:

In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: 
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

Committed to your success,
Ernie Vargas | The Probate Fox