To the men and women who have sacrificed so much so that others may be free I offer this poem. May we never forget that the rights we enjoy were paid for with their blood. I thank you for my freedom and the rights I enjoy beacsue of you and what you do.
In Flanders Fields (1915)
John McCrae
In Flanders fields the poppies blow (1)
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.
Source: http://www.wsu.edu:8080/~wldciv/world_civ_reader/world_civ_reader_2/mccrae.html
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We must never forget the price paid for our freedom.
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