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ratherastory) wrote2011-11-11 09:25 am
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Lest We Forget...
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.
~Major John McCrae

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Everything we have comes at a cost, and it behooves us to remember it and honour those who sacrificed so much for us to have it.
(I really need a more serious icon for posts like these)
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Thank you.
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I post this every year in both my journals. It seems like the bare minimum to do, to remember the sacrifices that were made so that I can enjoy the freedom I have now.
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It's really the very least I could do. I am so sorry for your loss.