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Remembrance Day
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IN FLANDERS FIELDS
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 McRae
The Green Fields of France
"The sun's shining now on these green fields of France;
The warm summer breeze makes the red poppies dance.
The trenches have vanished long under the plow;
No gas and no barbed wire, no guns firing now.
But here in this graveyard that's still No Man's Land
The countless white crosses stand mute in the sand
To man's blind indifference to his fellow man.
And a whole generation who were butchered and damned"
From "The Green Fields of France" by Eric Bogle
Translation for 140 languages by ALS
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