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Flanders Field Poem for Veterans

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.

by John McCrae, 1915

This poem is for those who have died for their country in a specific time and place by a Canadian soldier. But it stands the test of time and honors all who lost their lives. It honors the living who carried on the battle, and those who have not been to battle yet, but want to carry on the legacy.
I like to read this every Veterans Day. Those of us who never go to battle can honor them and do what we can to pass the torch.