November 11, 2016

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

Nursing

My sister is an ER nurse. She's been a nurse in one role or another for over thirty years. We just had a talk on the phone about my mother who is in deep stages of Alzheimer's. We have to laugh. So she told me abut one of the recent adventures in ER where a girl friend brought her boy friend into ER in a hockey bag. Now that is funny. I encourage her to write a book when she retires....but nobody would believe any of it is true.