In Flanders Fields (A Poem to Honor our Fallen Heroes) ๐ŸŒน

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Lest we forget ๐ŸŒน

The poppies and crosses of Flanders Fields mark the graves of those who lost their lives during the Great War. In these lines, Sgt John McCrae encourages the living to take the baton and carry on the fight, to honour the legacy of the fallen.

1914 – 1918
1939 – 1945

Read by John Davies

Full Poem:
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.

John McCrae (1872 โ€“ 1918)

#remembranceday #veteransday

25 Comments

  1. I love this poem. I memorized this in grade school and have never forgotten it’s powerful measage.

  2. It was a sad day when the war began. I can still hear the screaming even though I was born years after the conflict.

  3. ๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน. โ€œLest we forget. In immortal memory of our fallen heroesโ€ ๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒน

  4. It is amazing how John McCrae’s words have gone beyond Canada and become a truly worldwide commemoration of the slaughter of war. An amazing documentary series that lays out the history of the Canadian involvement in WWI, look up For King & Empire. Its here on Youtube.

  5. To the *incredible person* seeing this, I wish you all the best in lifeโค don’t over blame yourself, accept things and go forward. Don’t let others define what โ€œsuccessโ€ is for you. Get up, learn the skills needed and get after it, all the keys to a happy life is in your hands. Keep pushing.

    • It was exactly what I needed to get that slight nudge to follow my heart.thank you for these kind words ๐Ÿ™

  6. “Red lips are not so red.
    As the stained stones kissed
    by the English dead.”
    – Wilfred Owen.

  7. “Men marched asleep.
    Many had lost their boots
    But limped on blood-shod.”
    – Wilfred Owen.

  8. “No-man’s land under snow
    Is like the face of the moon:
    Chaotic, crater ridden,
    Uninhabitable, awful, the
    Abode of Madness.”
    – Wilfred Owen.

  9. Itโ€™s a shame that their sacrifice has been forgotten by most, as they welcome tyranny with cowardly open arms!
    God bless those who live and die for the benefit of others!๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป

    • While it is true most openly accept tyranny now, I donโ€™t see the relation here. The First World War was not on tyranny but rather a string of alliances tugged and triggered

  10. Benedictine nuns had us memorize this poem in grade school.(St Joseph School, East Rutherford, NJ, circa 1962 more or less.)

  11. I remember having to recite this with the whole class back in elementary school

  12. “If I should die,
    Think only this of me:
    That there’s some corner
    Of a foreign field that
    Is forever England.”-
    Wilfred Owen

  13. Please God never let us forget why this was written, please God never let us forget. Thanks and be well.

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