In Flanders Fields - Charlie

In Flanders Fields the poppies blow

between the crosses row on row

that mark our place

and in the sky the larks still 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

A great poem. This was written into a Canadian Medical soldier's notebook while he was burying a friend who had died on the battlefield. He was so distressed that he threw the piece of paper away. Later it was found by another soldier. It was eventually published years later back in England. It reminds us of the sacrifices that these soldiers from New Zealand, Australia  and Turkey made.