Lest We Forget - Remembrance Day
On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, we remember.
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 (B: Nov. 30, 1872 - D: Jan. 28, 1918)
My little contribution in honouring our fallen veterans and those who continue to serve.
Feel free to play this patriotic song to go alongside...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuwcaEslg7M
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 (B: Nov. 30, 1872 - D: Jan. 28, 1918)
My little contribution in honouring our fallen veterans and those who continue to serve.
Feel free to play this patriotic song to go alongside...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kuwcaEslg7M
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