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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)

Cpl. Bert Whitehurst
(1895-1918)
Published in General
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  1. Hang On Member

    We had to learn that in 5th grade. So it has always stuck with me. Do kids these days have to memorize poems or speeches (had to memorize the Gettysburg Address as well though not at the same time)?

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  2. MichaelKennedy Coolidge

    A visit to one of the many British military cemeteries in Belgium, not far from Flanders.

    That was the grave of Revere Osler, son of Sir William Osler, professor of Medicine at Johns Hopkins and Oxford.

    Revere was his father’s only son, a British artillery officer. His last words were “Surely this (his wound) will get me home.” Sir William never recovered from the loss of his son and died a few years later.

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    • November 11, 2019, at 8:50 AM PST
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