A day of rememberance for our fallen brothers and sisters.

[marble falls]

4. Thanks, Ital, made me remember this ...

In Flanders Fields
By John McCrae

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.


I am always shocked by the last verse. I wish he had had a different take.


My take:

Do not take quarrel with the foe:
To you through failing hearts we know
Peace be yours to hold so high.
Don't break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep 'til no more poppies grow
In Flanders fields.