In Flanders Fields

By John Mccrae

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.


Cam Hendrick


Tom Gilbert

Sargent Major - Army

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Colonel - Army

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Colonel - Army

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Sargent Major - Army

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Major - Marines

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Captain - Army

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General - Army

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BG - Air Force

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Sargent Major - Army

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LTC - Marines

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Colonel - Air Force

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Master Sargent - Marines

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Colonel - Air Force

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Colonel - Army

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Colonel - Army

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Colonel - Air Force