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.
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yet more waste
god bless those boys and their families it breaks my heart
big time. Won't rant. Isn't the time or place. Take care soldier.
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.
God bless
Requiescant in pacem one and all. 115 combat deaths in two theatres to date. They all deserved and their memory deserves better.
The streets of heaven are too crowded with angels.
How sad I feel for those loved ones left behind to cope with life from now on.
Amen shamash.
'They shall not grow old...'
I have to agree with doctor jest here.
"The streets of heaven are too crowded with angels."
Couldn't have said it better myself.
I`ve only just fell on your blog. I`m glad I did because I think I`m in for some very interesting reading.
Beautiful painting by the way.
tea
You are attracting honeys with your photoshopping.
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