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
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War is so stupid and sickening.
And war is so expensive. I think of the people who could be fed by the money spent on just one of those 155mm shells.
Is it just me, or does everyone else think about their mortality a lot too?
At mass on Friday the priest said, “we won’t be born until we die”…
I can’t stop thinking about that.