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Post by Feologild Oakes on Nov 11, 2020 0:58:05 GMT
In Flanders Fields, by John McRae
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.
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Post by politicidal on Nov 11, 2020 1:39:51 GMT
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Post by BATouttaheck on Nov 11, 2020 1:41:26 GMT
The War to END all wars !
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2020 4:42:41 GMT
My grandfather fought in world war I. He never talked about it though.
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Post by Schwarzwald Magnus on Nov 11, 2020 5:03:44 GMT
Nasty gritty war.
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