Take up America’s Torch
By Which We Remember December 7 and September 11
By Sally Morem
In Flanders’ fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row,That mark our place: And in the skyThe larks still bravely singing fly, Scarce heard amidst 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 dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders’ fields.
Canadian Colonel John McCrae left us with this eloquent plea for thedefense of the free West, a very appropriate thing to ponder on theanniversaries of Pearl Harbor and the attacks on New York and Washington,DC. His poem,
In Flanders’ Fields
, depicted an image of cemeteries filleddead Canadians, Englishmen, Frenchmen and Americans, buried under the battlegrounds of World War Iin Europe. The spirits of these dead ask us inthe poem to continue their brave efforts to defend freedom from thedepredations of tyranny. Perhaps they knew that the ‘war to end all wars’wouldn’t.