I took these images, at the Canadian Military Museum in Calgary, several years ago ... Lest We Forget
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
Thankfully, the sanitatized images do not portray the true horrors of the event. WW1 burtalized human being, for the first time, with industrial might. I personally give thanks that I, because of what they did, have never had to go through the same thing.
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