Veterans' Day
Nov. 11th, 2002 12:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
valarltdNothing witty. Nothing Fannish.
Just remembering my grandfather, Tech Sgt H.J. Wymer, who died on this day eight years ago. If your grandfather or other relative flew over North Africa with Sgt Wymer in his radio room, I'd love to hear from you. (This includes folks stationed in England or Italy with that unit)
In Flanders Fields
by Lt. Col. John McCrae, M.D. (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.
Just remembering my grandfather, Tech Sgt H.J. Wymer, who died on this day eight years ago. If your grandfather or other relative flew over North Africa with Sgt Wymer in his radio room, I'd love to hear from you. (This includes folks stationed in England or Italy with that unit)
In Flanders Fields
by Lt. Col. John McCrae, M.D. (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.
