At the going down of the sun ...

[shropshire 0]

and in the morning.

We WILL remember



“They shall grow not old as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.”

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Chivalry is not dead; it only sleeps for want of work to do. - Jerome K Jerome

[skydiver30960 0]

With apologies, both poems are from memory:

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row
That mark our place, while 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 the 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.

--Lt. John Alexander McCrae

This poem is important to me, for personal reasons. I spent some time in the Virginia Tech library researching Lt. McCrae; I was able to find a copy of this poem's original publication in Punch magazine. also, I came across a book of his writings. Pasted into the front cover of this book was a response to his poem. It appeared to be from newsprint, but had no title or periodical listed. All it gave was an author, Maud Oliver [sic]. Someone, who apparently liked IFF as much as I did, cut and pasted that response into the book of Lt. McCrae's work so long ago, and it waited there for whoever chanced to find it. While I've always loved In Flanders Fields, and there have been several responses to IFF written, the enigmatic way that I found this one has it very dear to my heart:

A Response to In Flanders Fields

Yes! Ye may sleep, ye Canadian brave,
For Freedom's flag forever waves
Where once the Hun with iron tread
Trampled the living and the dead.
You heard the call from distant land
And caught the torch from falling hand.
You held it high, you carried on,
'Til victory at last was won.

True, you no more see sunset glow,
Nor feel the breeze of morn ablow,
Nor hear the skylark's lilting note
Rise up to heaven from golden throat.
But in our homes, beyond your ken
You still shall guide the hearts of men.
Though crucified and torture wrung,
Your deeds shall live on every tongue.

Sleep softly then, in Flanders Bed
'Neath coverlet of poppy red.
The wind shall softly o'er you sigh,
The birds sing soothing lullaby.

--Maud Oliver

Thank you to all who serve, in any capacity.

Elvisio "thanks for listening" Rodriuguez

[Niki1 2]

Thank you.

Most of the things worth doing in the world had been declared impossilbe before they were done.
Louis D Brandeis

Where are we going and why are we in this basket?

[SarahC07 0]

Thank you for sharing that.