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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.


Don't break the faith, remember and fight on.

Comments

It always gets me that the bunny-hugging peaceniks never quote the third verse of this poem. It's far too much like a call to arms for their ears.

They hate to acknowledge the fact that a large majority of the men who fought (and died) actually beleived in what they were fighting for. Most of the anti-war sentiment actually started to surface in the mid to late twenties and was perpetuated by the generation that came after the soldiers.

Of course for the tofu-eating classes the anti-war message is much more "relevant" and hence the frequent erasure of the third verse of McCrae's poem.

If our "betters" can't do it we must keep the faith, remember and fight on.

RM

If our rulers have failed so dismally at being our betters, why should we accept their rule any longer?

The dead are restless, methinks.

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