Thursday, November 11, 2010

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.

-- Lt. Col. John McCrae M.D. (1872-1918)

November 11 will always be Remembrance Day to me. That's what we called it in England and Canada. I don't know if they still do. So, as well as the modern "Thank you" to our current veterans, there is the sad remembrance of the futility of the First World War...the War to End All Wars.

Yeah, right.

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