Tuesday, August 15, 2006

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.




In Flanders Fields the poppies blow

Between the crosses, row on row...



We should never forget what happend on the date of 9/11.

1 comment:

John Moore said...

Hey Mike, just wanted to say I had a great time with your family at the bootcamp, even though I didn't personally spend a lot of time with you. My family loved it a lot!

The kids are all busy telling me about all their conversations with yawl, and I just downloaded 'The Patriot Game' from iTunes and listened to it again.

Wow, what a song. It has extended lyrics out there on the internet, as well as a few different verses, and they're all very good. I loved it. Thanks for the recommendation!

~ John.