70th Anniversary of D-Day

Over there, over there,

Send the word, send the word over there

That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks are coming ...

We'll be over, we're coming over

And we won't come back till it's over, over there.

(1917 song by George M. Cohan 1878-1942)

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row.

(Poem, In Flanders Fields by John McCrae 1872-1918)

6 June 2014

You're A Grand Old Flag

You're a Grand Old Flag by George M. Cohan You're a grand old flag, You're a high flying flag And forever in peace may you wave. You're the emblem of The land I love. The home of the free and the brave. Ev'ry heart beats true 'neath the Red, White and Blue, Where there's never a boast or brag. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, Keep your eye on the grand old flag. You're a grand old flag, You're a high flying flag And forever in peace may you wave. You're the emblem of The land I love. The home of the free and the brave. Ev'ry heart beats true 'neath the Red, White and Blue, Where there's never a boast or brag. Should auld acquaintance be forgot, Keep your eye on the grand old flag. 4 July 2013