A famous Canadian John McCrae wrote a poem on the battlefield during World War One. I have transcribed it here.
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 love, 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.
This poem is read and recited at most Remembrance services across Canada. John McCrae did not return home from the war but his reflection is a continual reminder to us all!
I enjoyed your posts on remembering those who fought and died in WW I and II. I hope many other people end up reading these posts and take time to reflect on the sacrifices made by these young men and women.
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