
by John McCrae, May 1915
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.

Inspiration for “In Flanders Fields”
During the early days of the Second Battle of Ypres a young Canadian artillery officer, Lieutenant Alexis Helmer, was killed on 2nd May, 1915 in the gun positions near Ypres. He was a friend of commander Major John McCrae .
John McCrae was a field Dr in the same unit as his friend Alexis. For some reason the Chaplin was called away and so John was asked to take the funeral service for his friend. It is thought that in the evening after the funeral he wrote his most famous poem. In Flanders field.
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The Poem is so sad, it speaks of how so many young men died, cruel and painful deaths on the muddy fields and squalid trenches of Ypres. He talks about the larks bravely singing, as I see it he is alluding to the fact that life just goes on as this evil war raged. “The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.”
They died so quickly without warning, though better that than maimed and dying slowly in agony. They were young, they had lovers, family and then they were gone so suddenly. I think they hung around for a while as ghosts trying to adjust to death.
The dead, he tells us, implore those who follow them to take up the torch and fight the enemy to the end. For if they loose or shirk the challenge the dead will never rest and forever haunt the poppy fields of Flanders.
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Just a thought crosses my mind. What would those dead men buried under Flanders field have though of the tanks and foot soldiers of the 2nd world war. The young men of the 1st world war thought they were fighting the war to end all wars…………. Sadly they were so wrong. War strides on as I type.
I think the video from Black Adder goes fourth says everything there is to say on war.
Nov 11, 2018 @ 08:25:40
IT is such a touching poem.
Our school all studied it on Friday to learn about Remembrance Sunday, from year one all the way to year 6 ❤
Nov 11, 2018 @ 11:30:23
I cry every time I read it 💜💜
Nov 11, 2018 @ 15:18:51
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Nov 11, 2018 @ 16:04:28
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Nov 11, 2018 @ 09:16:03
Reblogged this on M J Mallon YA/Paranormal Author and commented:
A beautiful tribute to Remembrance day from my dear friend Willow.
Nov 11, 2018 @ 09:16:25
Beautiful tribute Willow, reblogging. 🙂 x
Nov 11, 2018 @ 11:28:18
Thank you Marje, if only we could learn 💜💜
Nov 11, 2018 @ 19:12:42
Beautifully done, all ’round.
Nov 11, 2018 @ 18:52:35
My favourite war poem so poignant 💜
Nov 11, 2018 @ 20:25:22
I too thought of that poem last night. I love Monty Python – they are unfortunately always so right about the absurdities of war. Love the shot of the poppy fields.
Nov 11, 2018 @ 20:32:09
The Blackadder video is Rowan Atkinson, not Monty Python. Similar but younger . They certainly have a way with words 💜
Nov 12, 2018 @ 07:44:56
wow, thank you for a wonderful post. War is madness.
Nov 12, 2018 @ 08:14:29
It really is utter madness 💜