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Americanism

Brief description of program with contact information for Department Chairman and other resources.

Community Service

Brief description of program with contact information for Department Chairman and other resources.

Veterans Service

Brief description of program with contact information for Department Service Officer and other resources.

National Military Services

Brief description of program with contact information for Department Chairman and other resources.

Youth Development

Brief description of program(s) with contact information for Department Chairmen and other resources.

Buddy Poppy Program

Brief description of program with contact information for Department Chairman and other resources.

Buddy Poppy Program

A flower that evokes the memories and emotions of war is the red poppy, which became associated with war after the publication of a poem "In Flander's Field," witten by Col. John McCrae of Canada. For more than 75 years, the VFW's Buddy Poppy program has raised millions of dollars in support of veteran's welfare and the well being of their dependents. Today, VFW Buddy Poppies are assembled by disabled, needy and aging veterans in VA Hospitals and domiciliaries across the country and are distributed by VFW Posts and their Ladies Auxiliaries. The minimal assessment (cost of Buddy Poppies) to VFW units provides compensation to the veterans who assemble the poppies, provides financial assistance in maintaining state and national veterans' rehabilitation and service programs and partially supports the VFW National Home for orphans and widows of our nation's veterans.


Additional Resources:

State Buddy Poppy Chairman

George Brown

georgeg505@comcast.net

Post 401,Albuquerque, NM

In Flander's Field

by John McCrae

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.



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