John McCrae, a Canadian doctor trying to save life in the middle of this Hell, lost a good friend. His grief prompted him to write "In Flanders Fields."
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.
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.
Many of the deadliest battles of World War I were in northern France and southwest Belgium, also known as Flanders and Picardy. The British were determined to hold the Germans and to keep them from Flanders and the Ypres river valley, thus from reaching the port of Calais.
The destruction from the battles in this area reached beyond the battlefield to the towns and roads of the area, and led to the demolition of buildings, roads, and all plant life, leaving only mud. Into this sea of mud, the fallen soldiers were interred. In the spring of 1915, red poppies flourished in the fields of the Ypres, covering the newly dug graves.
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I forgot the Remembrance Day, Thanks for letting me know.planschbecken
This shows how small the world is! Second time I've come across John McCrae's poem today!
I've been away - my husband and I went to an 11-11-11 peace meditation at the ancient stone circles near Kaapschehoop (in Mpumalanga)
When I told my parents where & when we were going, my Mom reminded me of Remembrance Day poppies...and made the group some poppies with little scrolls describing the significance and quoting John McCrae's In Flanders Field. Such a moving poem, a sad tribute to those fallen in the never-ending wars on this planet. :(
Judy, South Africa
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