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:
These are the questions we all need to ask ourselves:
The torch of freedom has been thrown to us. Have we kept faith with those who died in order for us to be free?
What are you doing to keep faith with our forefathers?
Are we betraying their sacrifice?
Are you doing enough?
In almost every instance since the end of WWII, every time a western society has had the opportunity to choose between individual liberty and socialism , it has chosen the latter.
Are they sleeping in Flanders Fields?
One thinks not.
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