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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)
(1895-1918)
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Thanks, Illiniguy.
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I'm so moved every time you post this.
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I love that poem. I also get choked up when I read R. W. Lilliard's response:
America's Answer
Rest ye in peace, ye Flanders dead.
The fight that ye so bravely led
We've taken up. And we will keep
True faith with you who lie asleep
With a cross to mark his bed,
In Flanders Fields.
Fear not that ye have died for naught.
The torch ye threw to us we caught.
Ten million hands will hold it high,
And Freedom's light shall never die!
We've learned the lesson that ye taught
In Flanders Fields.
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Me, too.
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Thank you for posting that, Henry. I don't believe I've read it before. Very moving, and an appropriate response to the original In Flanders Fields.
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