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In Flanders Fields.
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
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, saw dawn, felt sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up your 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.
Dr John McCrae, 1915
I have posted this thread in loving memory of members of my family who died in battle in 1914-1918 and 1939-1945, but I am remembering the dead of all wars... Off to church in the morning!
David
"It is better to die than to be a coward"
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
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, saw dawn, felt sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up your 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.
Dr John McCrae, 1915
I have posted this thread in loving memory of members of my family who died in battle in 1914-1918 and 1939-1945, but I am remembering the dead of all wars... Off to church in the morning!
David
"It is better to die than to be a coward"