In Flander’s Fields

You guys will get used to me eventually. I’m a Gulf War vet (first one), plus Cold War and a bunch of other stuff over my 11 years of service. Memorial Day is a big deal to me. Flander’s Fields is my personal favorite poem related to Memorial Day and honoring the men and women who have died serving in the military in wartime. Charge of the Light Brigade comes second to this, I’ll post that tomorrow. 😉

In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915

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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