8 November 2009

Remember Them

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.

Flanders Fields by John McCrae has always conveyed perfectly to me the massive loss, grief & pain that war brings. Please remember those that have paid the ultimate price in going to war, those that have had their lives altered beyond recognition through physical & mental injuries & the loved ones who also have to adjust & cope with the aftermath. Today is for them. May they never be forgotten or the respect for them lost.