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.
My war ended in 1989. It wasn't a "Great War". There are no monuments to celebrate its dead. It's a quarter of a century later and only now are people are starting to write personal accounts about their experiences. Poppy day is my day for remembering my friends.
I will never forget. I thought I was doing the right thing for my country. I hope someday that MK will realise we were doing as they were.
ReplyDeleteAt seventeen it is difficult to fight against propaganda and mental engineering.
Hold fast my black brothers, as you were lied to so were we. I was at the 1995 world cup. we joined together after the victory.
Whatever anyone may say about Madiba - he brought me into the fold. I can never reject him after that.