Thursday, November 11, 2010

We Remember Our Fallen and Those Who Sacrificed For Us

In Flanders 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 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.


Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army

To those who fell, and who sacrificed for us, we say "thank you".

For an appropriate commentary on the parasitic white poppy movement, see this exquisitely written piece by Canada's Rex Murphy.

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