11 November 2008

Never Forget

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.

May we never forget or lose respect for those that laid down their lives for our freedom.


cogidubnus said...

Bless you darling...my grandad (226th signals, attached to the DLI) was one of those unfortunates gassed at Paeschendale...and again subsequently...he was given six months to live on formal discharge in 1919...spent the rest of his life coughing up bits of lung (but still working!)....died 1970...

We need to remember not just those who died at the time, but all those too whose lives were totally affected...for that matter we need to remember and respect all those who served...god knows their lives were affected...

Sage said...

Well said

Girl*Next*Door said...

Cogi, your Grandad did extremely well all ways round in that case. It's nice he proved the medical bods wrong.

Indeed. Agree with all of that. I just can't imagine the sights they'd have seen or conditions endured.

Thanks Sage :o)

Hogday said...

Thats a great Great War poem GND - nice touch. If you have a mind to, the book "In Flanders Fields" by Leon Brittan is one of ther most easy to read, yet highly detailed and evocotive books on the subject. The phrase, `Lions led by donkeys` doesn't come close.