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    Posted: May 24 2013 at 5:32am

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.

 

Each item on the table symbolizes something to honor our veterans...


The white tablecloth: A soldier's pure heart

A lemon slice and salt: A soldier's bitter fate and tears

An empty chair: A missing soldier

A black napkin: The sorrow of captivity

A turned over glass: A meal that will not be eaten

A white candle: Peace

A red rose in a vase tied with a red ribbon: The hope that our missing will return someday

 

Don't shoot till you see the whites of their thighs. (Unofficial motto of the Royal Air Force)
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Flanders fields was written during the WW1 campaign at Ypres, Belgium.
The fallen are well remembered in Ypres.


The Tyne Cot cemetry near Ypres, I believe there are 12,000 graves and 35,000 names on the wall. 



The Menin Gate, Ypres. at 20 hours each evening they play the "Last Post" as a sign of respect to the fallen. The names engraved on the walls are only the soldiers who were never found so could not be buried. I believe there are around 500,000 names engraved; they are all around the arch and adjacent walls. In Flanders Fields!
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McRea's homestead in Guelph, Ontario is a museum now.
He wrote that poem following the death of one of his friends, @ the field hospital where he was working.
He himself passed, not too long after
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amen , and may the MIAs be returned
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Lest we forget the price of Freedom.
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A few years ago, in a quiet moment; I wrote a poem as a tribute to the men and women gave there lives for our freedom.
 It is called "The road to freedom". 


We walk the road of freedom, it’s part of everyday.

Life is good and easy, we’re better off this way.


And in a quiet moment, I often spare a thought.

For those who went before us, and how liberty was bought.


I think of how we got here, of how the price was paid.

For every metre travelled, for every brick thats laid.


The road has been a long one, we could not stand alone.

With graves on every corner, and blood on every stone.


Some of us are frightened, to share what we have found.

While others they lie bleeding, or sleeping on the ground.


It’s time to look around us, forgive what’s gone before.

Open our hearts to others, and leave religion at the door.




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Nice!
Don't shoot till you see the whites of their thighs. (Unofficial motto of the Royal Air Force)
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