❤❤❤❤❤❤ They fought to save us all. Thank you
#respect
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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
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