In Flanders Field
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army 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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Most Americans have no idea the lives that were lost before American forces stepped into the trenches. We got off fairly easy in that war. When I was ten, there were many WWI vets. There were even Spanish-American war vets - my Uncle Hugh was one. My daughter's maternal great grandfather was at Balleau Wood and the Ardenne. She knew him in life and remembers a bit of him. When I worked in the Corner Drug Store, Mr. Henry would come in in his wool uniform and Smokey Bear hat. He would pass out the paper poppies that he had made.
Please read the history.
Lantern Bearer __________________
Today in Iraq
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