Honoring Those Who Sacrificed For Us

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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4 thoughts on “Honoring Those Who Sacrificed For Us”

  1. Words such as these are necessary, but both as a society and as individuals we should always remember that the actions must not belie the words.

  2. When you go home, tell them of us and say,
    For your tomorrow, we gave our today.

    –The Kohima Poem, att. John Maxwell Edwards

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