In Flanders Field

[desertvixen]

I may not be awake by the eleventh hour, so while I am still awake...


In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army

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.

http://www.arlingtoncemetery.net/flanders.htm

In remembrance of our brothers and sisters in arms who have gone before us.

In honor of the brothers and sisters in arms serving their countries, on duty now.

To inspire those who will follow us.

I don't normally care for poetry, but this one hits me hard, especially today.

DV