Remember

[IamInuit]

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.

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I literally heard that recited half an hour ago. Just got back from a little service downtown, met some family, both of my grandparents were in ww2 and one lost two brothers. Didn't know any of them but always good to remember, much harder life they had than I can imagine.

[IamInuit]

I literally heard that recited half an hour ago. Just got back from a little service downtown, met some family, both of my grandparents were in ww2 and one lost two brothers. Didn't know any of them but always good to remember, much harder life they had than I can imagine.

Nice and I also had relatives who fought and will be leaving shortly to drop by the service. I weep a little every year on this day.