Courage can take many forms.
At this time of year, it is the courage of veterans that always comes to mind.
What would the world be like without having those who have served their countries, so bravely? Willing to sacrifice so much.
I thought it was such a fitting word of the week.
My small tribute to veterans.
And a classic poem I never tire of reading.
So evocative and touching.
It always brings tears to my eyes.
THE RED FLANDERS POPPY
The red Flanders’ poppy was first described as a flower of remembrance by Colonel John McCrae (1872-1918), who was Professor of Medicine at McGill University of Canada before World War One. Colonel McCrae had served as a gunner in the Boer War, but went to France in World War One as a medical Officer with the first Canadian Contingent.
At the second battle of Ypres in 1915, when in charge of a small first-aid post, he wrote in pencil on a page torn from his despatch book:
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 ye break with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
By Major John McCrae, May 1915
Lest We Forget