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Thanks -- I was just thinking of this poem.  The author was right about his rendezvous, he was 30 when he died.  

Another very famous poem from WWI is, of course, In Flanders Fields, written by Lieut.-Col. John McCrae, a Canadian who died in France Jan. 28, 1918.

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.

Maybe we can eventually make language a complete impediment to understanding. -Hobbes
by Izzy (izzy at eurotrib dot com) on Fri Nov 11th, 2005 at 02:13:42 PM EST
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