Take the time today and remember in your own way.<\/p>\n
Here are some of mine<\/span>: Pittance of Time<\/span> – Remembering by current generation<\/span>: – End of World War I<\/span> – Battle of Vimy Ridge<\/span>– POEMS<\/strong>: IN FLANDERS FIELD<\/span><\/strong> It was due to the poem \u201cIn Flanders Field\u201d that Miss Moina Michael<\/strong> originated the Flanders Memorial Poppy which has raised millions of dollars for veterans and their families. Miss Michael became known to millions of World War I veterans as the \u201cPoppy Lady\u201d and on 9 November 1918 she wrote the poem, We Shall Keep the Faith in answer to the In Flanders Field poem.<\/span><\/em><\/p>\n WE SHALL KEEP THE FAITH<\/span><\/strong>
\n1. VIDEOS:<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nEnglish –
\nhttp:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=2kX_3y3u5Uo<\/span>
\nFrench – http:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=XcjnqM6KQsQ&feature=mfu_in_order&list=UL<\/span><\/p>\n
\nhttp:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=ACCpRPzu370&feature=related<\/span><\/p>\n
\nhttp:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=x8s5QYwYtuY&feature=related<\/span><\/p>\n
\nhttp:\/\/www.youtube.com\/watch?v=PShuXicOzrk&feature=related<\/span><\/p>\n
\nMy two favorite poems for this day:<\/span>
\nJohn McCrae\u2019s poem, In Flanders Field<\/em> is well known. The poem, however, was not written about the fighting which occurred in Flanders Field and before the biggest battles that occurred there. Lt. Col. John McCrae, M.D., a Canadian physician, wrote it while serving at a medical station in Ypres. On 8 December 1915, the poem was published anonymously in Punch <\/em>magazine. Colonel McCrae died of pneumonia on 28 January 1918, nine months prior to large-scale fighting in the Flanders area. In 1919, his verses were collected and published under the title In Flanders Field and Other Poems.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n
\nIn Flanders fields, the poppies blow
\nBetween the crosses, row on row,
\nThat mark our place; and in the sky
\nThe larks, still bravely singing, fly,
\nScarce heard amid the guns below.
\nWe are the Dead. Short days ago
\nWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
\nLoved and were loved, and now we lie
\nin Flanders fields.
\nTake up our quarrel with the foe:
\nTo you from failing hands we throw
\nThe torch; Be yours to hold it high.
\nIf ye break faith with us who die
\nWe shall not sleep, though poppies grow
\nin Flanders fields.<\/span><\/p>\n
\nOh! You who sleep in \u201cFlanders Fields,\u201d
\nSleep sweet \u2013 to rise anew!
\nWe caught the Torch you threw
\nAnd, holding high we keep the Faith.
\nWith all who died.
\nWe cherish, too, the poppy red
\nThat grows on fields where valor led:
\nIt seems to signal to the skies
\nThat blood of heroes never dies.
\nBut lends a lustre to the red
\nOf the flower that blooms above the dead
\nIn Flanders Fields.
\nAnd now the Torch and Poppy red
\nWe wear in honor of our dead.
\nFear not that ye have died for naught;
\nWe\u2019ve learned the lesson that ye taught
\nIn Flanders Fields.<\/span>
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\nImages are powerful with the poem reading \u2013 particularly the words from those who served<\/em>:<\/span><\/p>\n