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The eleventh hour, on the eleventh day of the eleventh month. We stop for a minute of silence to remeber those who died for us.
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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niki
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wow....i got goosebumps
that was good Norm
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Norm
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Jesus, I can't take credit for that. I'm no poet. Thats "In Flanders Fields"
by John McCrae.
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pete
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hundreds of us gathered on elgin street surrounding the annual parade of soldiers, veterans, and police. most of us couldn't see a thing (the umbrellas made it worse). most of us couldn't hear a thing (other than the fighter doing fly overs, the cannon pounding away at quebec, and the rain on pattering on the ground. we stood mostly still, mostly silent for over an hour in the rain. just listening. just being. after the veterans all left the police removed the crowd barriers and the constant press forward turned to a civilised surge as we all moved forward to place our poppies on the tomb of the unknown soldier.
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