Sunday, November 8, 2015

Veterans Day 2015: In Flanders Fields & Beyond

 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.
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
Canadian Army

On November 11, 1918
at the eleventh hour, 
of the eleventh day of the eleventh month
the Armistice was signed, bringing to an end,
 "the war to end all wars" 
World War I.
November 11th became Armistice Day
 in America,
 which was later
changed to Veterans Day
 to honor all who have given their lives 
 in the name of freedom.

Reply To Flanders Fields

Oh! sleep in peace where poppies grow;
The torch your falling hands let go
Was caught by us, again held high,
A beacon light in Flanders sky
That dims the stars to those below.
You are our dead, you held the foe,
And ere the poppies cease to blow,
We'll prove our faith in you who lie
In Flanders Fields

Oh! rest in peace, we quickly go
To you who bravely died, and know
In other fields was heard the cry
For freedom's cause, of you who lie,
So still asleep where poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.

As in rumbling sound, to and fro,
The lightning flashes, sky aglow,
The mighty hosts appear, and high
Above the din of battle cry,
Scarce heard amidst the guns below,
And fearless hearts who fight the foe,
And guard the place where poppies grow.
Oh! sleep in peace, all you who lie
In Flanders Fields

And still the poppies gently blow,
Between the crosses, row on row,
The larks, still bravely soaring high,
Are singing now their lullaby
To you who sleep where poppies grow.
In Flanders Fields
-John Mitchell

Another Reply To  In Flanders Fields

In Flanders Fields the cannons boom,
And fitful flashes light the gloom;
While up above, like eagles, fly
The fierce destroyers in the sky;
With stains the earth wherein you lie
Is redder than the poppy bloom,
In Flanders Fields
Sleep on, ye brave! The shrieking shell,
The quaking trench, the startling yell,
The fury of the battle hell
Shall wake you not, for all is well;
Sleep peacefully, for all is well.
Your flaming torch aloft we bear,
With burning heat and oath we swear
To keep the faith, to fight it through,
To crush the foe, or sleep with you,
In Flanders Fields.
-J.A. Armstrong

The Storming of Utah Beach
during the D-Day Invasion
June 6, 1944

America's Answer

Rest ye in peace, ye Flanders dead,
The fight that ye so bravely led
We've taken up. And we will keep
true faith with you who lie asleep
With each cross to mark his bed,
In Flanders Fields

Fear not that ye have died for naught.
The torch ye threw to us we caught.
Ten million hands will hold it high,
And Freedom's light shall never die!
We've learned the lesson that ye taught
In Flanders Fields
-R.W. Lilliard

To all who have honorably served
this great nation,
past and present,
both in war and in peace time,
thank you for your courage
and your commitment towards
defending and protecting
the American people.
And especially,
thank you all 
for my freedom!

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