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November, 11th, 1918 -- World War I ends. Remembrance Day.
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.
Colonel McCrea's poem is still read to this day every November as a reminder of the horrors we faced from World War I. This is the day we in Canada remember our solders and those who gave their lives so that we have our freedoms and liberties today. This was last centuries darkest hours, but they brought the brightest hope for our future... lest we forget.
"The poem was exactly an exact description of the scene in front of us both. He used the word blow in that line because the poppies actually were being blown that morning by a gentle east wind. It never occurred to me at that time that it would ever be published. It seemed to me just an exact description of the scene." -- Passage from Dr. John McCrea's note book, 1915.
=^.,.^=
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.
Colonel McCrea's poem is still read to this day every November as a reminder of the horrors we faced from World War I. This is the day we in Canada remember our solders and those who gave their lives so that we have our freedoms and liberties today. This was last centuries darkest hours, but they brought the brightest hope for our future... lest we forget.
"The poem was exactly an exact description of the scene in front of us both. He used the word blow in that line because the poppies actually were being blown that morning by a gentle east wind. It never occurred to me at that time that it would ever be published. It seemed to me just an exact description of the scene." -- Passage from Dr. John McCrea's note book, 1915.
=^.,.^=
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I like the picture.
I haven't heard the poem before. Thank you for sharing.
Unfortunately, even though WWI was suppose to be "the war to end all wars", terrible decisions by many world leaders, and the feelings of many people at that time, from the hating to the hated, actually caused WWII.
'Tis sad, indeed. Not many people may realize the deeper causes of WWII, which may cause another war.
Thanks again for sharing.
I wish you well.
I haven't heard the poem before. Thank you for sharing.
Unfortunately, even though WWI was suppose to be "the war to end all wars", terrible decisions by many world leaders, and the feelings of many people at that time, from the hating to the hated, actually caused WWII.
'Tis sad, indeed. Not many people may realize the deeper causes of WWII, which may cause another war.
Thanks again for sharing.
I wish you well.
Your neighbors to the south also "celebrate" the day, as Veterans Day. A day set aside to "honor" all those who have fallen in all wars, not just the First World War. Doing them "honor" with store sales, parades and a day off from work.
I suppose that we the living do honor to those who have fallen in this way. By celebrating life. A choice that would never have been ours if it were not for the sacrifices and commitment to duty made by the uncounted millions who came before us. Common everyday men and women who set aside their goals and dreams, who overcame their own fears and stood barefaced in the storm for themselves and for us who came after them.
May we all pause to remember them today.
I suppose that we the living do honor to those who have fallen in this way. By celebrating life. A choice that would never have been ours if it were not for the sacrifices and commitment to duty made by the uncounted millions who came before us. Common everyday men and women who set aside their goals and dreams, who overcame their own fears and stood barefaced in the storm for themselves and for us who came after them.
May we all pause to remember them today.
Such a wonderful picture and I love the whole concept of it as well. That poem is always very touching to me. I've heard of the harshness of the trenches and the ravages of the First World War, but I still can't help but wonder the true extent of what John McCrae had experienced that inspired him to write this. We may never know until we ourselves spend our days in muddy rat-ridden trenches, have our nerves shattered from the constant bombarding of mortar shells, and hear the cries of the dying in no mans land and being unable to do anything for them.
*pats you in the shoulder*
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