At Ease, My Brothers
(something my aunt, who did a stint in the Army, posted on Facebook)
No one knows the terrible cost of war more than a soldier. Soldiers, by and large I think, aren't pro war at all. As a fellow x-service man said today, not pro war but pro military.
Would there be a day when hearts and minds are so mindful of the terrible cost in lives destroyed and lost, that war is unthinkable.
Even then, we honor and remember those who lie in countless Flanders fields.
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.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.