On this day 107 years ago, on the 3rd of May 1915, the Canadian Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae found inspiration for his famous poem during the funeral of his friend Alex Helmer, who died during the Second Battle of Ypres.
Want to learn more about this dark page in world history? Visit the Trench of Death in Dixmude, the last remaining Belgian trench from the First World War or our hall dedicated to the First World War in the Royal Military Museum in Brussels, Belgium (the Royal Military Museum is free to visit tomorrow afternoon, Wednesday the 4th of May, starting from 13h!).
*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.*
Good motivation to avoid more European wars.
I always cry when i heard the Sabaton song about it… So sad
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Pictured: Trench of Death, Dixmude, Belgium.
On this day 107 years ago, on the 3rd of May 1915, the Canadian Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae found inspiration for his famous poem during the funeral of his friend Alex Helmer, who died during the Second Battle of Ypres.
Want to learn more about this dark page in world history? Visit the Trench of Death in Dixmude, the last remaining Belgian trench from the First World War or our hall dedicated to the First World War in the Royal Military Museum in Brussels, Belgium (the Royal Military Museum is free to visit tomorrow afternoon, Wednesday the 4th of May, starting from 13h!).
*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.*
Good motivation to avoid more European wars.
I always cry when i heard the Sabaton song about it… So sad