Sunday, November 11, 2007

In Flanders Field

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.
— John McCrae

Today is Veteran's Day in the United States, and Rememberance Day in Canada. In Canada, you will see a fairly good number of people wearing poppies pinned to their lapels, including me and Claire. As Claire puts it, it's not a matter of being pro or anti-war; it's more a matter of being pro-Grandpa.

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