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On this Memorial Day, 2025 I fly the ‘Lest We Forget’ flag.

The phrase comes from a poem written by Rudyard Kipling in 1897. It is repeated at the end of each of the five stanzas. Stanza one:

“God of our fathers, known of old,

   Lord of our far-flung battle-line,

Beneath whose awful Hand we hold

   Dominion over palm and pine—

Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,

Lest we forget—lest we forget!”

For decades it was called ‘Decoration Day’ and people would visit cemeteries and decorate tombstones with American Flags.

“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.”