November 11th {1918-2015}

In Flanders

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.

A British soldier pays his respects at the grave of a colleague near Cape Helles, where the Gallipoli landings took place in 1915.

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.

Attending church.

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.

~Major John McCrae


9 thoughts on “November 11th {1918-2015}

  1. *Sniffle* This day is always so special, isn’t it? Last Sunday we went to a cemetry and I get very sad looking at the graves of the men who had served in the war. 😦

    (It’s cool that the song talks about Flanders. That’s in Belgium. :-D)


    • I went to a Remembrance Day (that’s what we call it up here in Canada) ceremony yesterday and it was pretty emotional. Like crying-in-public-which-I-never-do-because-I’m-a-very-private-person emotional. *sniffff*


  2. May their souls and the souls of all the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace. Amen.

    Thanks for posting this poem, Eva–I really love it 🙂


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