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Posted on 11/11/2010 6:27:31 AM PST by Opinionatedtoday
On this Remembrance Day and Veterans Day, two poems to honor the fallen heroes who sacrified all in defense of their respective countries and our freedom. The first, In Flanders Fields, written by a Canadian soldier and the other, The Final Inspection, the author is unknown.
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.
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Colonel Oliver North’s tribute to our Military
I fought for You
It is the Soldier
It is the Soldier, not the reporter Who has given us freedom of the press.
It is the Soldier, not the poet, Who has given us freedom of speech.
It is the Soldier, not the campus organizer, Who has given us the freedom to demonstrate.
It is the Soldier, not the lawyer, Who has given us the right to a fair trial.
It is the Soldier, who salutes the flag, Who serves beneath the flag,
And whose coffin is draped by the flag, Who allows the protester to burn the flag.
Marine chaplain Father Dennis Edward OBrien
Trace Adkins’ “Arlington” USA Military Tribute
A Military Tribute
Military Tribute. “When you Come Back to Me Again”
United States Military Tribute “Arms of an Angel”
You also might want to read the WW I poems of Wilfred Owen, whose news of his death was delivered to his parents as the bells rang the Armistice.
Thanks I’ve booked marked a page for Mr. Owen
I have no idea who wrote this one, it was sent to my FIL by his brother, who fought with Merrill’s Marauders and was part of the Myitkyina battle. It is pronounced Mitch-n-naw I believe.
Merrill’s Marauders Last Stand
At Myitkynia today they lie at rest,
They were soldiers all, and gave their best.
They fought and died in days of rain,
And prayed for a sun that never came.
Through mud they crawled to find their foe,
They cursed and bitched, but on they’d go.
As the days went by, and the nights fell,
They all slept on walls of hell.
Artillery shells with their melody of death,
Whistled by with each drawn-—in breath.
As dawn came to light the earth,
Amid sniper fire, through filth,
In falling rain, they fought on.
Hope to live by then had gone.
Myitkyina has fallen at last,
They would be glad to know of the finished task,
But the trails are filled with Yankee blood,
Of gallant men who fought and died in Burma mud.
Brave men, these, they fought-—and fell.
Bless them all, God-—treat them well.