John McCrae quotes

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 among the guns below. (John McCrae)
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from falling hands we throw. View quote
John McCrae
If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. View quote
John McCrae