Quote ="another fine mess"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.'"
A very moving poem (Flanders fields) written by John McCrae 1915, a Canadian military doctor and the best friend of a Lieutenant Alexis Helmer who was killed by a German artillery shell during the 2nd battle of Ypres 2nd May 1915, apparently McCrae wrote this poem that evening, after his friend was killed in action.
The 1st world war was the worst ever in relation to the huge loss of life, especialy as it amost wiped out a complete generation of Britains youth of that time.
Although it happened almost 100 years ago, it brings home what the brave young men and women of our armed forces are still doing for this country today in such far away places as Afghanistan, quite humbling in fact.