Friday, November 11, 2011

Don't forget your poppy

Last year I posted this about my great-great uncle and my grandfather - men who served in WWI and WWII, respectively. I'm not sure what else to write today, since it is Remembrance Day and I don't really feel like writing anything witty. I suppose I will just leave my international readers with this poem, written by Canadian Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae. For my Canadian readers, it should all be old hat, but, I hope, meaningful nonetheless.

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.

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