In Flanders fields Poem

LTC Private RallyPoint Member — Thu, 12 Nov 2015 00:51:05 -0500

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.

by John McCrae, May 1915

Response by Capt Seid Waddell made Nov 12 at 2015 1:33 AM

Capt Seid Waddell — Thu, 12 Nov 2015 01:33:40 -0500

Classic, and appropriate to the day.

Response by PVT Robert Gresham made Nov 12 at 2015 2:10 AM

PVT Robert Gresham — Thu, 12 Nov 2015 02:10:35 -0500

LTC Private RallyPoint Member, just a picture to put to the beautiful poem. Thank You !!

Response by Cpl Jeff N. made Nov 12 at 2015 6:07 AM

Cpl Jeff N. — Thu, 12 Nov 2015 06:07:51 -0500

One of my favorites. I usually post this on Veterans day in a few spots as well. It is a classic.