Quote:
Originally Posted by Jim Nasium
Come November 11 each year my mind wanders to "Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori"
Written by a brave soldier during WW1 who was killed 6 or so days before the end of that war.
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i will have to check that out, jim...thanks
speaking of writings, McCrae (In Flanders Fields) house museum has been having events all week...it's a short drive from here
1915 by John McCrae:
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.