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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.
by Lt. Col. John McCrae, M.D.
(1872-1918)
Canadian Army
Belgium is covered of crosses.
From the Flanders fields to the Bulge.
Under a lot of these crosses lie people wo didn't even know where the Belgium was.
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