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1. steamboat willy says:

   May 25, 2007 at 11:18 am

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

   — John McCrae

2. jason330 says:

   May 25, 2007 at 11:24 am

   Interesting choice Steamy.

   Based on the recruiting poster rhetoric of the third stanzas, I take it that you are thinking about volunteering to serve. It is about time you take up the torch.

   Go for it!