IN REMEMBRANCE

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.

Scott Mullin / For Hearst Connecticut Media Members of Water Witch Hose Co. #2 participate in a small ceremony Monday. Below, Carrie Hanna of New Milford, Navy retired, places a wreath at the war memorial at the south end of the Village Green during the private service Monday. See more Memorial Day photos on A6.