mrsswordfisherman Posted November 10, 2011 Share Posted November 10, 2011 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, tho poppies grow In Flanders fields. Liet. -Col. John McCrae Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
iMick Posted November 10, 2011 Share Posted November 10, 2011 Lest we forget... Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
brickman Posted November 11, 2011 Share Posted November 11, 2011 a sad day remembering a man i never met who died in burma a long time ago we would have been mates for sure fishing a whalf some were for lundric i'll never forget the price you payed for the freedom we enjoy less we forget Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HN Man Posted November 15, 2011 Share Posted November 15, 2011 a sad day remembering a man i never met who died in burma a long time ago we would have been mates for sure fishing a whalf some were for lundric i'll never forget the price you payed for the freedom we enjoy less we forget Well said Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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