Tuesday, November 11, 2008


In Flanders Fields
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.

This poem was written after the battles of World War I.
Supposedly this was to be "The War To End All Wars" as the world at the time could not fathom that such a monumental waste of life would ever be repeated in the name of honor.

Today we pay tribute to not just the veterans of that first World War so many years ago, but to all whom have served our nation.
While we honor those men and women let's hope that eventually our politicians will read the above poem and for a moment reflect on it's meaning and the cost at which it was written.

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