In Flanders Field my brethren grow
They mark the dead that lie below
The young men and women
That gave their lives
So brave and strong
The ones who fought for liberty
And helped undo the wrong
In the springtime their families walk among us
To visit the grave
Of their loved one
So gallant and brave
So when you see a poppy think of me
Laying with my brethren whose lives to soon ended
How heroically our liberty they defended
When you see a poppy think of me
And Flanders Field where my brethren be
I’m just a poppy a gentle reminder
Of those who fought to make the world a little kinder
In Flanders Field I’m just a poppy among the crosses
A simple flower marking the losses
A solemn reminder of the cost
For my brethren lost
Tori wrote it for her Granpa Earl Daniels. He was wounded and captured during WW2 in the Hurtgren Forest and spent eighteen months in a concentration camp until he was liberated by Patton's Army. We are very proud of our Veterans past and present.
Earl Daniels was born on March 28, 1925 in Moultrie County, IL, the son of Charles L. and Frieda Fern Moran Daniels. Earl served his country proudly in the U.S. Army in WW II and was wounded in battle and taken as a P.O.W. in the Battle of Hurtgen Forest in Germany. He was in the Campaigns in Normandy, Northern France and Rhineland and received the Purple Heart Medal, Combat Infantryman Badge and Bronze Star Medal. He was a life member of Strasburg American Legion Post #289, life member of VFW Post # 1769 of Effingham and member of D.A.V. Chapter 7 of Effingham.


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