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Thank you to all who have served. And to Gotfrid for taking up the torch for Chidiock who used to post the first poem every year for us. I have never seen the reply but it makes me happy. Jenna On Nov 11, 2013, at 12:35 AM, Gotfrid <[log in to unmask]> wrote: > In Flanders Fields > Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) > > 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. > > > We Shall Keep the Faith [The reply] > Moina Michael (August 15, 1869-May 10, 1944) > > Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields, > Sleep sweet - to rise anew! > We caught the torch you threw > And holding high, we keep the Faith > With All who died. > > We cherish, too, the poppy red > That grows on fields where valor led; > It seems to signal to the skies > That blood of heroes never dies, > But lends a lustre to the red > Of the flower that blooms above the dead > In Flanders Fields. > > And now the Torch and Poppy Red > We wear in honor of our dead. > Fear not that ye have died for naught; > We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought > In Flanders Fields. > In Flanders Fields we fought