Lest we forget...
Nov. 11th, 2005 06:42 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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.
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Date: 2005-11-11 08:46 pm (UTC)The poem was written by a Canadian army surgeon, Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, who served in Belgium during the war. The poppy serves now as a reminder to us of all who sacrificed their lives for Canada and for Canada's beliefs. I believe it was because of this poem, in fact.
I plan on visiting there someday. I hear that the Belgian people to this day carefully tend the cemetaries of all the fallen soldiers, even those with no names. The crosses of unkown soldiers bear the inscription "Known Unto God."
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Date: 2005-11-11 11:51 pm (UTC)I'm surpised at the thread. I guess Flanders Fields isn't a universal phenomenon?
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Date: 2005-11-12 06:04 am (UTC)