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.
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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.
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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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John McCrae - 1915
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Slightly more serious than the usual, light hearted fun the blog is accustomed to...Blame the deployment, the hormones or the pride I have for my Father, my Uncles, my Brothers, my Husband and their service to this country! Today is not about the sales or the beginning of summer, it is about remembering the brave who have fallen...and frankly, one day is just not enough.
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We cherish too, the Poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led,
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies