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Saturday, August 16, 2014

WWI 100th Anniversary: Poppies, Flanders Field And Ceremonies Across Europe

(International Business Times)

Photo: Andrea Vail
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.
= World War I

Vow no quarter, boys!
After the wily, hostile Turks at Gallipoli, now fell the hard, piratical Hun.

The Hindenburg Line, the Spring Offensive, the Siege of Antwerp,
The Ardennes, Artois, Belleau Wood, Hulluch,
Li├Ęge, Loos, Neuve Chapelle,
Passchendaele, the Somme, Verdun, Ypres ...

That blood-red sky is insufferable sorrow for the dead and dying.
Wildflowers for the steadfast fellows who died boldly like knights.
Their widows, waifs and friends gasp and weep.

God knows what a waste of men.

Christ, why?
(by Jason Lofts)