our military who serve our country with honor.
In Flanders Fields
by Major John McCrae
Canadian Officer
Major McCrae was in Flanders Field, Belgium during World War I
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.
World War I A United States Naval Militia Bugler Sounding a Call "To the Colors"
Source: History's Greatest War: A Pictorial Narrative by S. J. Duncan-Clark; Copyrighted 1919 by E. T. Townsend, p. 209.
