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 I have no memory of [Wing Commander Roy Marples](http://www.rodneyb.demon.co.uk/WcdrRM.htm), but I have his name. I will never, ever forget what he did. He fought in the 2nd World War, and rememberance day is about the 1st World War. But war is war, 1st, 2nd ... 3rd? History teaches us one thing .... [we do not learn!](http://www.iraqbodycount.net/) And yet we must otherwise every sacrifice made is meaningless ....

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