Braille Memorial Day: In Flanders Fields Card
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Inside of card reads:
We honor and remember.
In Flanders fields the poppies grow
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.
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.
Col. John McCrae (1872-1918)