In Flanders Fields
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...
Remembering
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Nice Major. It humbles me when I see pictures like these.
I have a great respect of my brothers and sisters to the north. I know we poke fun at each other but I couldn't think of a better bunch of people who I'd want watching my back. We should always stand together, especially in todays trying times.
Sorry, didn't mean to get mushy.
I have a great respect of my brothers and sisters to the north. I know we poke fun at each other but I couldn't think of a better bunch of people who I'd want watching my back. We should always stand together, especially in todays trying times.
Sorry, didn't mean to get mushy.
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