Submitted by volunteer47305 on Sat, 05/17/2008 - 9:02pm.
A lot of effort went into making this parade happen, and many fine folks donated many fine things to help make it happen. It was a little disappointing to not see the turn out we had hoped for; but all in all it was a good parade. It would have been nice to have a live band rather then canned music, but even the $500.00 cash prize didn't bring any bands out of the woodwork.
We thank all who served and look forward to welcoming them home a hero's Parade The Ladies Auxiliary is in chage of selling the VFW Buddy Poppy and the sales go to fund Veteran Programs in our VA Hospitals. The Poppies are made popular by the poem below.
In Flander's Field 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.
Please wear yours in your lapel and get some for friends and family you know support our troops and appreciate our Veterans Sacrifices.
Randall L. Jacobsen Sr.
Proprietor
Sow N Sews Custom Sewing N Repairs
and Army Navy Surplus Of Muncie
and Chaplain, M.O.R.E. Ministries, American Legion Post19
A lot of effort went into
A lot of effort went into making this parade happen, and many fine folks donated many fine things to help make it happen. It was a little disappointing to not see the turn out we had hoped for; but all in all it was a good parade. It would have been nice to have a live band rather then canned music, but even the $500.00 cash prize didn't bring any bands out of the woodwork.
In Flander's Field
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.
Randall L. Jacobsen Sr.
Proprietor
Sow N Sews Custom Sewing N Repairs
and Army Navy Surplus Of Muncie
and Chaplain, M.O.R.E. Ministries, American Legion Post19