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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.
John McCrae
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Julie Miner (11/1/2007 4:33:00 PM)
I agree with the previous comments. Having gone to Vimy for the rededication at 15 I was moved. My highschool band played on site the day of and we were in the Freedom of the Cities Parade the day before. We were thanked for being born Canadian. The people over there remember what Canadians did, the sacrifices. To see the thousands of men and boys in the war cemetaries was an emotional title wave. To sing a version of this poem in them was even more so. the question of Why are we still doing it hasn't left my mind still. |
Kenneth Pope (3/8/2007 8:29:00 AM)
How tragic that man has not learned to put wars aside. I served in the last 2 years of WWII and we have Korea, Viet Nam, Gulf Storm and Iraq. Are we so helpless that we can not learn from our mistakes and listen once again to the voices of those in Flanders Field, Pearl Harbor, Chosen, Vietnam, and more recently, our efforts, be they that, in Iraq under misguided leadership. |
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