Lest We Forget

[jeffreyab]

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.

- John McCrae



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Canadian Firefight in Afghanistan, video by Scott Kesterson

A demonstration of what Canadian troops are up to in this day and age in Afghanistan.

More information here:

http://www.beloblog.com/KGW_Blogs/afghanistan/2006/07/

Comments

[mycrazyhair.livejournal.com]

Interesting. It's amazing how your mind plays tricks on you. I was 100% convinced that the poem started as follows:

In Flanders Fields the poppies grow
Between the crosses, row on row
We are the dead, short days ago
We lived, drew breath, saw poppies blow
In Flanders Fields.

Which doesn't actually make a lot of sense, when you realize that the poppies grew after the battle because the lime changed the pH of the soil, so that only the poppies thrived.

Thanks.

[jeffreyab.livejournal.com]

Grow may also be right, that is the Veterans Affairs version by the way.