For my uncles who died in
WWII and are buried in Europe, Paul Boyle and Jim Madden, and for my great
uncles Joseph Love and Pat Madden who served in WWI, my father Joseph Boyle and
my uncles Pete Madden, Tom Madden, Jude Madden and John Boyle who served in
WWII and/or Korea, and for all those who have or still do place their lives in
peril for our freedom, I dedicate the following verse, written by John McCrae during
WWI in May 1915.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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