There was A poem written in1915 by Lt. Colonel John McCrae of the Canadian army during the 2nd battle of Ypres. It speaks eloquently to the living, that we should not forget those who have passed away, giving their life to defend us, and we are responsible to maintain that which they fought and died for. In a spiritual sense, remember that the gospel that came to us from 2000 years ago ( and actually all the way back to the fall of man) has been transported in time to us by the shedding of the blood of many martyrs. We are also to carry on the spiritual battle to see that this gospel does not stop here, but continues till the return of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. As you read this poem, remember the thousands that have died so that you can live in this world that would have been left far worse without their sacrifice. As you read this,you may want to listen to Requiem for a Soldier playing in the background. Here is the link.
Katherine Jenkins Festival of Remembrance 2007 Requiem for a Soldier - YouTube
In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
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.
Katherine Jenkins Festival of Remembrance 2007 Requiem for a Soldier - YouTube
In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
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.
