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For Remembrance Day.

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.

Colchar, thanks for posting this. I remember learning this poem in school, many moons ago. My grandfather was a very young doughboy in the American army in France in WWI, but it's a war that isn't discussed much in the history books.

Thanks, Colchar.

My grandfather was in the Army Ambulance Service during WW1. One day, he went out for a walk, which was normal for him, and when he got back, his unit had moved. My father carried Grandpa's dog tag on his key chain. I've got it on my key chain now.

Where is the "like" button? Very nice Chochar. Thanks

DukieInKansas wrote:Thanks, Colchar.

My grandfather was in the Army Ambulance Service during WW1. One day, he went out for a walk, which was normal for him, and when he got back, his unit had moved. My father carried Grandpa's dog tag on his key chain. I've got it on my key chain now.

My grandfather lied about his age to join the army and was a messenger in WW1. I gave his dog tag to my nephew (Miles' brother) before his last deployment to Irag as a good luck token; both nephew and dog tag made it home.

No problem, glad to post this. As a historian who focussed primarily on military history until a couple of years ago, as well as a Royal Canadian Legion member (really have to remember to pop in and pay my yearly dues!), Remembrance Day holds a lot of meaning for me. In Flanders Fields was written by a Canadian, John McCrae, who was from Guelph Ontario which is only about forty-five minutes away from me (it was closer, less than fifteen minutes away, until I moved in the summer). It was this poem which inspired the practice of wearing poppies on Remembrance Day. I memorized the poem when I was a kid and it has always held special meaning for me.

shereec wrote:

DukieInKansas wrote:Thanks, Colchar.

My grandfather was in the Army Ambulance Service during WW1. One day, he went out for a walk, which was normal for him, and when he got back, his unit had moved. My father carried Grandpa's dog tag on his key chain. I've got it on my key chain now.

My grandfather lied about his age to join the army and was a messenger in WW1. I gave his dog tag to my nephew (Miles' brother) before his last deployment to Irag as a good luck token; both nephew and dog tag made it home.

What a great good luck piece. I'm glad they both made it home together.

Just wait til next year, when you can have the 11th second of the 11th minute of the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th year! Trying saying THAT five times fast!

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