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Showing posts with label In Flanders Fields. Show all posts
Showing posts with label In Flanders Fields. Show all posts
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Linky Links
Stuff I found interesting or amusing and thought I'd share.
- The testing of a kilometer long space tether. Cool technology and as an aside space junk will become a major issue in the coming decades.
- Russ Roberts on Transience and Transcendence
- Interesting - If Joker met Jordan Peterson
- The original and true meaning of the poem Flanders Field
- Remembrance on Veteran's Day
- The testing of a kilometer long space tether. Cool technology and as an aside space junk will become a major issue in the coming decades.
- Russ Roberts on Transience and Transcendence
- Interesting - If Joker met Jordan Peterson
- The original and true meaning of the poem Flanders Field
- Remembrance on Veteran's Day
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In Flanders Fields,
Jordan Peterson,
Russ Roberts,
Space,
The Joker,
Veterans Day
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Veterans Day Links
Some links on this Veterans Day that are worth your time,. To all the veterans out there - thank you for your service!
- A list of athletes who served
- In Flanders Fields
- The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month
- Donald Rumsfeld's Veteran's Day Wishes. Rumsfeld is himself a veteran.
- Amen
- A list of athletes who served
- In Flanders Fields
- The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month
- Donald Rumsfeld's Veteran's Day Wishes. Rumsfeld is himself a veteran.
- Amen
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Veteran's Day - In Flanders Fields
Veteran's Day started out as Armistice Day which marked the end of World War I. In Flanders Fields is perhaps the most storied poem coming out of that war. Here's the story behind it:
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, 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 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 dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
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