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.
-John McCrae
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ian says
With respect to your sincere observation of Rememberance Day, and your sites purpose, Rememberance Day is a somber affair to commemerate our war dead as opposed to celebrate our war dead. Consider that “Happy Rememberance Day” is akin to “Enjoy the funeral!”
Regards
A soldier
Andrea Mrozek says
Point well taken, thank you. That is naturally not what I intended, and I’ve changed the title.