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Visit our Post 8870 Facebook Page!

Our post Facebook page is up and running, with some new photos and recently posted articles. Make it a habit to visit the page now and then at:


Members are encouraged to post photos and articles of interest to Veterans. We are discouraging the posting of purely political items, unless the subject is specifically focused on veterans issues. Your editor will be policing the page and will delete materials deemed inappropriate. Feel free to post photos of you and your comrades from your time in the service and share memories you feel are pertinent, or report on veterans activities in which you participate.

The Facebook page is a great way to publicize 8870 and our activities and the easiest way to make that happen is to invite all of your own Facebook “Friends” to visit and “like” the page. The more we do that, the more we will increase our Post’s visibility among our families, friends and the rest of our community.

Poppy Story

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”, written by Col. John McCrae of Canada.

The VFW was the first veterans’ organization to adopt the poppy and develop a national distribution campaign. For more that 75 years, the VFW’s Buddy Poppy program has raised millions of dollars in support of veterans’ 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 asessment (cost of the 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 VFW National Home for orphans and widows of our nation’s veterans.

“In Flander’s Field”
by John McCraeIn

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.