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11/29/2005 5:46 pm

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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.

-There was no war…
-Just the battle of a tired individual crying out for help…

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.

-Amongst the cries, the voices that were missed were the children, the love…
-The threat was to great, loss to painful to consider…

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.

This was one of Heather’s and my favorite poems.

Rest in Peace.

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