In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
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
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.
Dedicated with love to the memory of:
- My Dad Louis, who drove Canadian Army trucks through Italy and the Netherlands in WW II;
- My courageous Uncle Moe, who lost both feet when his tank was shot out from under him during the liberation of Europe, but who never let his disability become disabling;
- My Uncle Joe, who also served in the Canadian Army in WW II; and
- My Great Uncle Reuben – too young for the Great War and too old for WWII – who enlisted and served in both World Wars.
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Thank you for the link, it came thru fine. And thank you for the brave service of your family members. I had three who served in the US Navy in WWII.
Thank you for the service you supply to try to keep us informed and well.
I send them to my church email line when they affect our area.
I shall have to re-register I guess, as I’ve lost my sign on info.
Loretta Craig
Austin, TX
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Here is the French translation of this poems
Albert
Au champ d’honneur
Au champ d’honneur, les coquelicots
Sont parsemés de lot en lot
Auprès des croix; et dans l’espace
Les alouettes devenues lasses
Mêlent leurs chants au sifflement
Des obusiers.
Nous sommes morts,
Nous qui songions la veille encor’
À nos parents, à nos amis,
C’est nous qui reposons ici,
Au champ d’honneur.
À vous jeunes désabusés,
À vous de porter l’oriflamme
Et de garder au fond de l’âme
Le goût de vivre en liberté.
Acceptez le défi, sinon
Les coquelicots se faneront
Au champ d’honneur.
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Merci beaucoup, Albert.
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Can’t see anything but the title and the poppy but the sentiment shines through. Hugs to you, Cuzzie.
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