Poem by Lt. Col. John McGrae, 1915 :
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.
Picture : Poppies in the Sunset on Lake Geneva by Eric Hill, Boston (MA), published under Creative-Commons Attribution Share Alike 2.0 license. Taken from Wikimedia Commons on Nov 11 2010.
Dedicated to all those who lost their lives in the tragic European homicide of the 20th century. They shall not be forgotten. We who are endowned with the privilege of the late birth should remember who much we owe to those who stood up and saved the very existence of a free and humanitarian Europe.
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