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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.
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
3 May 1915
2 years later my Great Grandfather paid the ultimate sacrifice at Arras France.
Taken from the CWGC Arras page:
The ARRAS MEMORIAL commemorates almost 35,000 servicemen from the United Kingdom, South Africa and New Zealand who died in the Arras sector between the spring of 1916 and 7 August 1918, the eve of the Advance to Victory, and have no known grave.
Let us never forget the total disregard for human life and sheer attrition that took place on the Western Front. The numbers are staggering.
Thank you veterans past and present !
Simon
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"Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few"
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