Memorial Day

This past week Joe, Ian, and I had the privilege of meeting Victor Bast, a World War II fighter pilot.

For over an hour we were transported back in time. We were flying high with Victor reliving his missions as a fighter pilot. We were shooting down Germans and being shot at. We were scared and we were exhilarated. We sat on the edge of our seats listening to the horrific tales of war. We sat quietly and let tears roll down our cheeks listening to the man of 85 years tell with a tremble in his voice, what it was like to take another man's life on Christmas Eve. We laughed at the antics of fighter pilots. We listened how Victor spoke with love and pride of the

UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

What a privilege and honor to shake his hand and say

THANK YOU.

Joe, Victor Bast, Ian
God Bless You

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In Flanders Fields

By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army

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.