In Flanders fields

Since it’s a hundred years ago that WWI started this year, it is time for a little moment to stand still. Not that it’s a specific or special day today, just a moment of remembrance, out of the blue.

This evening I went outside to take some photos, just for fun.  When we passed the graveyard I saw a lot of gravestones belonging to war victims, row after row in the sunset and I couldn’t help thinking about the “In Flanders Fields” poem.  A couple of 100 meters further I saw some poppies growing and this is the result.

If you ever have the chance to visit Flanders, look at the poppies, visit the Menin gate at 20h00 (sharp).  Take a quiet moment to remember those who lost their lives for the freedom of Europe.

poppies In Flanders Fields

poppies In Flanders Fields

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 you break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields

Major John McCrae – 1915
Boezinge (Flanders)

“We will remember them”.

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