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In Flanders fields the
poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
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,
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
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.
by John McCrae, May 1915
Here is the story of how the red field poppy came to be known as
an internationally recognized symbol of Remembrance.
From its association with poppies flowering in the spring of
1915 on the battlefields of Belgium, France and Gallipoli this vivid red flower
has become synonymous with great loss of life in war.
Yet the scope of the poppy and its connection with the memory of
those who have died in war has been expanded to help the living too. It was the
inspiration and dedication of two women who promoted this same “Memorial
Flower” as the means by which funds could be raised to support those in need of
help, most especially servicemen and civilians suffering from physical and
mental hardship as a result of war. (http://www.greatwar.co.uk/article/remembrance-poppy.htm)
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photo of a poppy at Merry Mount 2017 |
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photo of poppies at Merry Mount 2017 |
During the final three years of his life, my Dad was in residence at the Ben Atcheley Veteran's Home in Knoxville, Tennessee. As one walks the halls of this care facility, one is made aware at every door of the service these men and women rendered to the Unites States. The residents display with pride their allegiance to their country.
I will spend this Memorial Day at Merry Mount, a place of peace and quiet, but if I had been in Knoxville, I would have taken a flag and a bouquet of flowers to Dad's grave and to the Woliver family plots marked by the Woliver headstone.
Wars
ranked by American combat deaths-Wikipedia
As I salute our fallen
veterans this weekend, as a pacifist, I challenge the notion
of nationalism and/or patriotism. I am not naive. I recognize that the peace I experience at
Merry Mount is to a certain extent due to the sacrifice of human lives
defending the freedoms and principles outlined in our nation’s
constitution. But if one seriously
considers the history of war, one will find that men and women have often been
led by government officials into military skirmishes without due cause. Sacrifice is
defined as "an act of giving up something valued for the
sake of something else regarded as more important or worthy". I, therefore, ask, “What is the price of war?” Is my peace worth the price of even one American
casualty? The answer to these questions is a personal one that each of us should
contemplate with all seriousness. Let’s examine the numbers and consider what
each war accomplished.
Wars
ranked by American combat deaths-Wikipedia
Rank
|
War
|
Years
|
Deaths
|
1
|
1941–45
|
291,557
|
|
2
|
1861–65
|
212,938
|
|
3
|
1917–18
|
53,402
|
|
4
|
1955–75
|
47,424
|
|
5
|
1950–53
|
33,746
|
|
6
|
1775–83
|
8,000
|
|
7
|
2001–2014
|
||
8
|
1812–15
|
2,260
|
|
9
|
1846–48
|
1,733
|
|
10
|
1835–1842
|
1,500+
|
Like most enlistees labeled the “Greatest
Generation,” Dad volunteered to join the Navy at age 17 and join his brothers
in WWII. His decision was a personal choice. Most Americans would say that our
involvement in WII halted the aggressive Japanese and defeated the Nazis whose
atrocities were some of the most heinous against mankind. The cause perhaps equaled the sacrifice.
The Vietnam War accomplished nothing and was
misled. The Korean War was a stalemate,
another blunder. The United States launched the Iraqi War under false
pretenses, deposed a dictator, but unleashed various religious zealots and
jihadists. Lives continue to be lost.
World War I is ranked amount the deadliest
wars in human history with the total lose
of military and civilian casualties estimated at more than 38 million. At the end, no country won, all was lost, and yet,
within less than twenty years, Hitler climbed to power due to societies
reluctance to speak out.
In conclusion, I offer a great poem by Wilfred
Owen, Dulce et Decorum est.
Wilfred Edward Salter Owen, MC (18
March 1893 – 4 November 1918) was an English poet and soldier, one of the
leading poets of the First World War. Owen was killed in action on 4 November 1918 during the crossing of the Sambre–Oise Canal, exactly one week (almost to the hour) before the signing of
the Armistice which ended the war, and was promoted to the rank of
Lieutenant the day after his death. His mother received the telegram informing
her of his death on Armistice Day, as the church bells were ringing out in celebration.[8]-Wikipedia
Bent
double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed,
coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on
the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And
towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men
marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But
limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk
with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of
gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas!
GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting
the clumsy helmets just in time,
But
someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And
flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim
through the misty panes and thick green light,
As
under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all
my dreams before my helpless sight,
He
plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in
some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind
the wagon that we flung him in,
And
watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His
hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you
could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come
gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene
as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of
vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My
friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To
children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old
Lie: Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori.*
*Latin
phrase is from Roman poet Horace: “It is sweet and fitting to die for one’s country”
As we honor the fallen today, let us not
forget that each of us has a right and responsibility to stand up for or against the call to arms.
CPW
As another pacifist who is also aware that my peace may have come through violent means, I appreciate your post and hope we as a country can look at nonviolent ways to solve conflicts if every kind.
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