At the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month…

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.

Today is Veteran’s Day in the U.S. and Remembrance Day around the world.

Take a moment to remember that war is not a video game or a movie. Real people fought and died for our rights. It is our duty to make sure that we honor their sacrifices by cherishing the gifts they earned for us, instead of frittering them away out of fear and ignorance or using them as excuses to tear each other down.

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2 Responses to At the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month…

  1. Scott says:

    I was just digging up a copy of the poem, too.

    Even more of a shame is that so few people these days know much of anything about WW1.

  2. jcwinnie says:

    Okay, the poem was about those who fought and died for liberty? Right?
    So, I gotta ask, vis ‘a vis keeping the faith, and all that…

    We’re still the good guys, right? Right?

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