Regel Posted November 11, 2003 Report Posted November 11, 2003 On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month we Canadians pause to remember the fallen soldiers of Canada. A famous poem was written with a simple message. For those of you that know it, a brief indulgence please. 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. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The name of John McCrae (1872-1918) may seem out of place in the distinguished company of World War I poets, but he is remembered for what is probably the single best-known and popular poem from the war, "In Flanders Fields." He was a Canadian physician and fought on the Western Front in 1914, but was then transferred to the medical corps and assigned to a hospital in France. He died of pneumonia while on active duty in 1918. His volume of poetry, In Flanders Fields and Other Poems, was published in 1919.
Regel Posted November 11, 2003 Author Report Posted November 11, 2003 Thank you Wren. It saddens me that so many people forget the personal sacrifice that these people made so that we could sit in front of our computers and lament about how tough we have it. Freedom at what cost? When I look at what is happening around the world today I realize the price is never fully paid.
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