May 17- Armed Forces Day

 

 

Poppies.

 

In Flanders Fields

 

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

 

Lt. Col. John McCrae

 

Response:

 

The blood of heroes never dies

But lends a luster to the red

Of the flower that blooms above the dead

In Flanders' Fields.

 

Moina Michael