Monday, May 31, 2010

Memorial Day

1915 – The poem In Flanders Fields is written by Lieutenant Colonel 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.


Simple, short and exactly what you need to know about how someone living in a combat situation feels about his dead mates and if you open up your heart, how he feels about his own death, should it come on the field of battle.

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