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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
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.
— Lt. Col. John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
In memory of Cpl. Bert Whitehurst (1895-1918)
Thank you. I read it first thing every Veterans’ Day. I’ll read it again tomorrow.
My favorite poem. I try to read every year. It’s a great reminder of what honoring veterans, particularly those who gave the ultimate sacrifice, means. Thank you for posting.
One of my favorites. I wonder if it’s why I like poppies so much…