Poppy Pride...

Lest We Forget...

A short play about Operation Market Garden should be held today in the streets of my hometown... Should be... It was canceled... the reason why is still not entirely clear, yet...a major disappointment for everyone who had come...

I decided to go to the War Cemetery, where I took this photo... Just put down by These two British people ...

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…
( McCrea)

Thanks to Molke who sent me this poem