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I wonder how many of your readers will understand the reference to the poppy in your picture or realize how terrible World War I was.
For those who do not know it, here is the poem by John Mcrae, MD, Canadian doctor at Ypres.
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 Fielss.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
to your hands we throw
the tordh; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep,though poppie grow
In Flanders fields.
When your Dad & I visited Ravensbruck, the German Concentration Camp for women, in the gravel & weeds between the buildings, the wild poppies were blooming and blowing in the wind.
To quote a song from a more recent war
“When will they ever learn, When will they ever learn.
Today is for both the living and the dead.
From one living veteran to another, Thank you for serving.
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