I don't often read books about war but this past month I reviewed Prisoner of Dieppe by Hugh Brewster. It's a middle grade fiction story of a young Canadian man during World War II. Since this is Rememberance Day, I thought I'd bring it to your attention once again.
In Flanders Field
In Flanders Fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and were loved, and now we lieIn Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:To you from failing hands we throwThe torch; be yours to hold it high.If ye break faith with us who dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies growIn Flanders fields.
-Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae