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 your 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.
By: Colonel John McCrae
Canadian Army
WWI
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When Colonel McCrae wrote this poem, there was such tremendous loss
of life, that World War 1 was often referred to as the war to end all wars. Unfortunately, that was not the case. During the month of November, poppies are worn to remember the service men and
women who died in all the wars, past and present. Every year, on Armistice Day, November 11 at 11:00 AM,
people stop for a minute of silence to honor the dead for their ultimate sacrifice, to thank the veterans, and to hope for a world without
war.
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