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.
by John McCrae, May 1915
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them.
RIP Sgt James Henry Barnett DCO 'Granddad'
Mentioned in Dispatches
RIP Cpl Jeff Jeffries GSM
RIP LCpl Steve Tavener GSM
RIP Capt Mark Hale GSM
RIP Joseph Prynne Burma Star
With love from the bears.
No comment, apart from "That always makes me cry". I come from a family with a lot of army/navy history (my BIL has just retired from the army at the age of 50 after 34 years' service, including the Falklands, Iraq, Northern Island, Bosnia and others - he saw so many terrible things and we are thankful every day that he came home safely), and have the medals that my husband's relatives won. My only wish is that all wars could end. Ali x
ReplyDeleteHear hear. No more war. X
DeleteJeez - awesome... that always makes me cry. What a fabulous Blog Post :-) xx
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