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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. We shall remember you all. .... John_McCrae
Take the time this weekend to remember all those who are still fighting our enemies to keep us safe and to thank those who died for us during the great wars so that we may have the freedom we enjoy today. God bless all and wear your poppy with pride.
