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.
John McCrae, 1872 – 1918
No poppies here. Just rows and rows of white markers. This is the Veteran's Cemetery in Staunton, Va.
“He’ll come down from heaven and the dead in Christ will rise…”
1 Thessalonians 4