…and in the morning, we will remember them.

We Will Remember Them

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.

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

I hope you can find time to watch the following video.  The songs are sung by three soldiers who have served in Afghanistan and the accompanying slides show images from the conflict zone.

This poem by John Hawkhead quite poignantly draws parallels between past and current conflicts.


Night on the cold plain,
invisible sands lift,
peripheral shadows stir,

space between light and dark
shrouding secrets;
old trades draped grey.

Here too poppies fall,
petals blown on broken ground,
seeds scattered on stone

and this bright bloom,
newly cropped,
leaves pale remains,

fresh lines cut;
the old sickle wind
sharp as yesterday.

John Hawkhead

*Some of you may remember this article, I originally posted it in 2009.

6 Comments CherryPie on Nov 11th 2013

6 Responses to “At the Going Down of the Sun…”

  1. james higham says:

    Yes Cherie, beautifully done.

  2. ....peter:) says:

    This is a wonderful tribute Cherie… it is sad that we still have to stand by our young men and women fighting wars today….peter:)