It Bears Repeating
By Plumcake
In Flanders Fields
John McCrae, 1915.
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.
No matter your position on war, do something nice for a veteran today.
November 11th, 2009 at 11:10 am
Amen and OO-rah!
November 11th, 2009 at 4:33 pm
Thankyou for that. Remember the soldiers, sailors, marines, airmen, costguard, and national guardsmen today in your thoughts and also the USO volunteers that care for and help them every day.
November 11th, 2009 at 8:43 pm
To all the vets, no matter when and where you served, thank you and welcome home.
March 11th, 2010 at 8:55 am
Word!