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. e are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. ake 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. Today we pay our respects for all the brave souls who gave their life for the greater good From me, I give a poppy to the PIMD forums
Very well wrote. Loving this thread. 11/11/11, the 11th day of the 11th month of the 11th year. May all those good soilders who fought in both WW| and WW||. They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning We will remember them. Eternal rest, grant unto them O' lord, and let perpetual light shine upon them. May they rest in peace, always.