World War II Woman

In Flanders Fields

I’m fairly certain that most people my age, and even some younger people, heard this poem in elementary school, and many of us memorized it. It was written to memorialize the battle of Ypres during the first World War, long before World War II, Korea, Vietnam and all our other wars.

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

  

 

 No poppies, but one can’t help but think of the Normandy Cemetery overlooking Omaha Beach with the crosses (and Stars of David) row on row, Arlington National Cemetery, Indiantown Gap National Cemetery, and any number of sites where young people caught in war have found their final resting place.

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