Being a bellweather for good taste, I believe that it is important to pause, in a tasteful manner, on Veteran's Day, and think about those who gave their lives in the service of the country.
Whether is was a real war, or a manufactured war, they did their best, and gave their all, and we shouldn't forget that.
So, I offer you this poem. I had to memorize this thing, back in the days when kids had to memorize poems, and it's always sort of stuck with me.
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In Flanders 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.
1 comment:
Oh, I am so glad to see that someone besides myself remembers the poem and what it stands for.
I remember as a much younger person that they (I'm not sure who exactly 'they' were - but it might have been the VFW) used to sell remembrance poppies in stores around town. Then it seemed like they just stopped with the whole poppy thing here in the States. Pity.
I've always liked the symbolism of them - and it meant even more once I heard that the reason that there were so many poppies growing in Flanders fields was because burial of the dead there made the soil perfect for the flowers to thrive.
Sorry for the morbidity, but glad to have found your blog.
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