We shall not sleep.
“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 amidst
the guns below.
We are the dead
short days 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 lands
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.
30,293.
“We shall keep the faith.”
Oh! you who sleep
in Flanders fields,
sleepsweet- to rise
anew!
We caught the torch you threw
and holding high,
we keep the faith with all who died.
by Moina Michael.
30,293.000
K.R.R.C 12840.000
Rifle Brigade 11575.000
O.B.L.I. 5878.000