almost one hundred years on who will not shed a tear in flanders’ fields?
will we ever learn?
“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
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Who needs text with talent like yours?
Well done, Andy.
You’ve moved me and honored the Fallen simultaneously.
Thank you…means a lot to me. Andy
oh wow stunning post those photos are incredibly moving, especially the stone figurine ones, thank you for pointing me here xxx
Thank you so much, an amazing place, the atmosphere is heavy with the events that took place there, very emotional experience…x
I can imagine x