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Subj: "In Flanders Fields" (11-11)
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"In Flanders Fields" (John McCrae):
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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 among 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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"The Fallen" - (Lawrence Binyon)
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They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old,
Age shall not weay them nor the years condemn,
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning,
We shall remember them.
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73 - David, G4EBT @ GB7FCR
Eddystone User Group Member
G-QRP Club Member No: 1339
QTH: Cottingham, East Yorkshire.
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