In Flander’s Fields the Poppies Blow
Posted on Wednesday, November 11, 2009 by Frank Roche
[Photo credit: Giara]
Sometimes it’s okay to be reminded to do the right thing. That happened to me today.
My dad was a veteran of World War II and Korea. My grandfather fought in France in World War I. They were two of many, many people who have selflessly served in the Armed Services. Thank you to those who came before and those who are serving now.
In Flander’s Fields
by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918), Canadian Army
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.
