Thanks for sharing Gotfrid
and thanks to you and all our veterans in the SCA and elsewhere.
I do appreciate the service and sacrifice
> Date: Mon, 11 Nov 2013 00:35:28 -0600
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> Subject: [CALONTIR] The 11th minute of the 11th day of the 11th month...
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> 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