Lest we forget...
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 grow,
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.
Dec 8, 1915 John McCrae
On 11/11/2008 7:15:29 AM, John T. Blair (jblair1948@cox.net) wrote:
> I just wanted to take a some time and thank all the Vets on the list.
>
> I really appreciate you sacrafices!
>
> My God be with you and your family.
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