Canadian Army
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.
Let us not forget.
Graveyard at Ypres
Painting based on the Vietnam War Memorial
U.S.S. Arizona Memorial
World War II Memorial in Washington, D.C.
Raising the flag on Mt. Suribachi (Iwo Jima, 1945)
1 comment:
Thanks, Colin. We need to be think and be reminded of these things more often than we do/are.
That Arizona memorial ... I get the shivers whenever I see a picture from above like that.
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