OnlyHis
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I proudly wear the poppie too. My Dad was overseas in WWII . He could never really talk about all that went on over there. Here is a poem I think most school children learn in their lifetime up here in Canada 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 McCrae God bless all the men and women that have fought for all we hold dear in life today and in the future. OnlyHis
< Message edited by OnlyHis -- 11/10/2007 5:13:30 PM >
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