Remembrance Day Special: Poppy Resource

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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 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.

- John McCrae



A new poppy resource, to commemorate the troops who fought in WWI, 2, the Korean War, and now in Afghanistan and Iraq.

zip includes:
Poppy.pcx (for copying and pasting into the resource.pcx)
poppylarge.pcx (for the civlopedia)
poppysmall.pcx (for the civlopedia)
poppycivpedia.txt (civlopedia entry)
 

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It has been a while since I read In Flanders Fields. It brought back to mind another poem about WW One, by A. E. Housman, Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries.

Epitaph on an Army of Mercenaries

These, in the day when heaven was falling,
The hour when earth's foundations fled,
Followed their mercenary calling,
And took their wages, and are dead.

Their shoulders held the sky suspended;
They stood, and earth's foundations stay;
What God abandoned, these defended,
And saved the sum of things for pay.

A.E. Housman

As I US Veteran, I thank you Bowsling for remembering.
 
I ran out of time to post JPEGs last night, so here they are.
 

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One old soldier to another.

In thy faint slumbers, I by thee have watched, and heard thee murmur tales of irom wars.
Be not afraid, for this is not the end. . .

Love is not the binding of fair lips, but is bound by wars hard wire, who's stakes are strong.

We lost our youth in all but a few short hours, and that is painful, painful indeed.

I've witnessed your suffering
As the battle raged higher
And though they did hurt me so bad
In the fear and alarm
You did not desert me
My brothers in arms

Have you forgotten yet, look down upon the dead of the war,
And swear by them, that ye shall never forget
The price they paid, for you.

This is sly Delta Honey, catch you on the flipflop. Over and out.
 
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