Poker Run (July 11, 2020)

Memorial Day 2020

On Memorial Day this year, please remember our country's brave defenders who have given “the last full measure of devotion” for our country, for our Constitution, and for our way of life. We are limited in gathering together to honor our fallen, but we honor them all the more in our hearts. We will never stop from joining in spirit to honor those who died in service to our great nation. These challenging times do not diminish our gratitude for what they did — for making the ultimate sacrifice.

So, on this Memorial Day 2020, Post 150 honors all fallen service members, each one of whom gave a priceless gift to defend our freedom. Thank you. We salute you.

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.

John McCrae

America the Beautiful

Lyrics by Katharine Lee Bates, music by Samuel A. Ward

O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

O beautiful for pilgrim feet,
Whose stern, impassioned stress
A thoroughfare for freedom beat
Across the wilderness!
America! America!
God mend thine every flaw,
Confirm thy soul in self-control,
Thy liberty in law!

O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife,
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine,
Till all success be nobleness,
And every gain divine!

O beautiful for patriot dream
That sees beyond the years
Thine alabaster cities gleam
Undimmed by human tears!
America! America!
God shed His grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

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