To our fallen comrades

In Flanders Fields

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.

— John McCrae

Book Corner - Finished Reading: Thunder Point

Thunder Point by Jack Higgins
356 pages
Copyright 1993

Not to bad of a book, kind of like a spy novel. Sometimes I thought
that the characters wouldn't do the things they ended up doing, but in
the end, did. Worth reading? Probably not.

The authors better known book is "The Eagle Has Landed"