11 November 2012

Never Forget 11.11


In Flanders Fields
John McCrae 1915

In Flanders field 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 down, 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.


I shall be wearing my poppy with pride on this Remembrance Sunday. I may not agree with or like the idea of war but I am extremely thankful to all of those that lost their lives fighting for this country. I know that the poppy is now a symbol for all of the armed forces - past and present - but I tend to remember those who fought in WWI & WWII. I think because the type of warfare, particularly of the Great War is so alien to today it seems particularly barbaric. Thank you everybody who fought for this little island of dreams. x

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