{"id":616,"date":"2014-11-11T07:53:59","date_gmt":"2014-11-11T15:53:59","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lauragrey.com\/?p=616"},"modified":"2014-11-11T07:56:02","modified_gmt":"2014-11-11T15:56:02","slug":"in-flanders-fields","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lauragrey.com\/?p=616","title":{"rendered":"In Flanders Fields"},"content":{"rendered":"

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In Flanders Fields<\/strong><\/p>\n

“In Flanders fields the poppies blow<\/em>
\nBetween the crosses, row on row,<\/em>
\nThat mark our place; and in the sky<\/em>
\nThe larks, still bravely singing, fly<\/em>
\nScarce heard amid the guns below.<\/em><\/p>\n

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We are the Dead. Short days ago<\/em>
\nWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,<\/em>
\nLoved and were loved, and now we lie<\/em>
\nIn Flanders fields.<\/em><\/p>\n

Take up our quarrel with the foe:<\/em>
\nTo you from failing hands we throw<\/em>
\nThe torch; be yours to hold it high.<\/em>
\nIf ye break faith with us who die<\/em>
\nWe shall not sleep, though poppies grow<\/em>
\nIn Flanders fields.”<\/em><\/p>\n

One of the most-often-quoted poems of what was for many years known as The Great War, “In Flanders Fields” was written by Canadian physician Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae in 1915. The poem\u00a0was inspired by the funeral of McCrae’s\u00a0friend and fellow soldier Alexis Helmer, who died in the Second Battle of Ypres. According to legend,\u00a0fellow soldiers retrieved the poem after McCrae, initially dissatisfied with his work, discarded it. “In Flanders Fields” was first published on December 8, 1915 in the London-based magazine Punch<\/em>. The\u00a0poem\u00a0refers to the red poppies that grew over the graves of fallen soldiers. The popularity of the poem led to the remembrance poppy becoming one of the world’s most recognized memorial symbols for soldiers who have died in conflict.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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