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"IN FLANDERS FIELDS"
By: John McCrae
December 8, 1915


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.
 

Note: In Flanders Fields" is a war poem in the form of a rondeau, written during the
First World War by Canadian physician Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae. Wikipedia

Originally published: December 8, 1915
Author: John McCrae

Flowers: poppies soiladvocates.ca

 

Louis LeeDArminio, later in life would recite this poem , his son Tommy DArminio mentioned when paying Tribute to him at Saint Francis Church during the funeral service on
Tuesday November 23, 2021.  How this poem must have resonated to a Medics Heart on Omaha Beach. 


Let us never forget the soldiers' sacrifice.  

Written by:
Bob Meli

January 26, 2022  


IN FLANDERS FIELDS