Saturday, 11 November 2006

In Flanders Fields

At the 11th Minute of the 11th Hour of the 11th Day of the 11th Month...

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.

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

... We Remember

Today is Rememberance Day. Please take the time whatever you are doing to remember those who fought and gave their lives so we might have the freedom we enjoy now and which so many of us take for granted.

It is traditional to mark their memory with a moment of silence at the 11th minute of the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month... but any time you have, anywhen, not just tomorrow does just as well.

We owe them all a huge debt of gratitude. Remembering them is the least we can do.

Disclaimer: photos found via yahoo! image search, they are not mine.


Chana said...

what an amazing post angel.
i was a bit shocked to see most American blogs (or at least the ones i visited), yesterday, their Veteran's day not have any commemorative post on the subject...Considering all the fuzz with Iraq and all..anyhoo..i like yours very much..

Sorry i have been missing in action for a bit..Too much going on and specially with this silly imflammation that came back just a bit again..but it's back to being much better..

I had read your mail and i did follow through..i hope it all worked out for the best..regardless, knowing you , you will take the best of it and learn from it and be stronger because of it..


anonymous Aussie. said...

Touchingly spoken and appreciated.

Norma said...

I had 3 posts on Veterans Day. As a young child I remember the community gatherings, and this poem was always read by a high school student. It was very moving. Thanks for the memory.


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