In Fallujah, Iwo Jima, Chickamauga and … in Flanders fields
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.
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203 comments Add your comment
josef
May 29th, 2012
8:43 am
Oh, goodie, new sheets…Trump’s hair!
Just saying..
May 29th, 2012
8:44 am
0311/8541/5811/1811/1801:
Just finishing Matterhorn. Have you seen “84Charlie Mopic?
Nicolas Mountjoy
June 3rd, 2012
2:19 pm
Wow thanks great post