"IN FLANDERS FIELDS"
by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae MD 1872 - 1918
One last post to commemorate our freedom!
Have a blessed Sunday
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 dies
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.
HYMN TO THE FALLEN
by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae MD 1872 - 1918
One last post to commemorate our freedom!
Have a blessed Sunday
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 dies
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.
To this day, McCrae's "In Flanders Fields" remains one of the most memorable war poems ever written, a tribute to all the soldiers, before and since, who gave their lives for freedom. Thousands are buried in American cemeteries around the world.
HYMN TO THE FALLEN
by John Williams
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