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In Flanders field November 11, 2012

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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.

by John McCrae

This was read by a student at the Indianola Academy Veteran’s Day program on Friday. What a touching program it was. Students and music groups from the town performed. One of my favorite moments, and one of the most touching, was when the 6th grade performed the songs for each of the branches of the military- Veterans were asked to stand as their branch’s song was sung. What a blessing to have so many who gave so much. I love the line in the poem above that reminds us that those fallen soldiers loved and were loved. These were and are someone’s children, someone’s father or mother, someone’s spouse. Someone is raising her children alone while daddy serves our country-Someone is having her baby while her husband serves overseas- Someone is trying to figure out how to make ends meet while their mother or wife is serving. I don’t have to do that. That is so humbling.

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One Response to “In Flanders field”

  1. Dad Says:

    Susan,
    Popo always like Vets Day….it makes me proud too. Dad


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