President's Memorial Day Message
Fifty years ago my father would take me and other children in the community to the local cemetery to honor family and friends who had died in service to our country in WWII. It was Decoration Day, now known as Memorial Day. We would decorate the graves of those who served and our community remembered those who had fallen. Memorial Day celebration locations today include Arlington National Cemetery, commemorating all the men and women who have died in military service to our country. An American flag is placed at each grave, and it is customary for the President to give a speech honoring the dead and to lay a wreath at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.
I learned as a child of another tradition that remains from the First World War; that being the Memorial Day Poppy. Each year around Memorial Day, Veterans of Foreign Wars distribute millions of bright red poppies in exchange for donations to assist disabled and hospitalized veterans. But why the red poppy?
The poppy is an annual plant that flourishes in Europe. Poppy seeds will lie dormant in the soil for a long time. The seeds will only germinate if the ground is disturbed.
Following the outbreak of WWI, a Canadian soldier by the name of John McCrae enrolled with the Canadian Expeditionary Force. McCrae was 41 years old and also a physician. He had the option of joining the medical corps because of his training and age, but instead volunteered to join a fighting unit as a gunner and medical officer. In April 1915, McCrae found himself in the Flanders region of Belgium when the German army launched an attack. He and his Canadian forces held for over 2 brutal weeks of chlorine gas and battle. When the fighting ended, over 100,000 lay dead. John McCrae then attended to the burial of his friends.
A few days later he awoke at dawn and upon exiting his tent, found that the shattered earth and acres of burial grounds had somehow given life to vibrant red flowers. He then composed the following poem, which I learned to recite with my classmates in elementary school and recite for you here today. Tearfully we remember those who served.
Respectfully,
Gary Hummel, President
In Flanders Fields
By John McCrae
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.