IN FLANDERS'S FIELDS
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 sunsets glow,
Loved and were loved,
and now we lie
In Flanders' fields
Take up your quarrel with your 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 (1872-1918)
To all Veterans, past and present, THANK YOU!
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 sunsets glow,
Loved and were loved,
and now we lie
In Flanders' fields
Take up your quarrel with your 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 (1872-1918)
To all Veterans, past and present, THANK YOU!
With Love,
CtrlAltDel aka Dave
C4/5 Complete - 28 Years Post
Texas, USA
