The annual Flanders Fields Commemoration ceremony was held in DeWitt-Clinton Park by the Flanders Delegation to the USA, the City of New York, Doughboy Foundation, and other entities. A wreath-laying ceremony accompanied by some speeches from the dignitaries remembered the sacrifices of so many who served in Belgium during the Great War. The Last Post was played by buglers to signal the end of the ceremony.
Our host, Yves Wantens, General Representative of Flanders, graciously invited all the participants to a reception afterwards.
In Flanders Fields
John McCrae
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.
Our host, Yves Wantens, General Representative of Flanders, graciously invited all the participants to a reception afterwards.
In Flanders Fields
John McCrae
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.
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