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In Flanders Fields

John McCrae, 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.

5/25/2008 11:48:34 PM

Littleton, Colo

very nice !! let us not forget them......BiZ

5/26/2008 12:35:46 AM

San Luis Obispo, Ca.

Awesome!

5/26/2008 10:55:56 AM

ordinary,VA

great post Steve.
God bless all who have served and gave there all for this great Country.
Thank you Dad and God Bless
Thank you Uncle Richard for 33 years of service
Thank you Cousin Robby for you gave your all in Vietnam

wish all three of you could be here with on this day..
will always be in my heart..

5/26/2008 11:15:48 AM