FDNY Fire Code: 5-5-5-5
In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
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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In 1918, inspired by the poem "In Flanders Fields," Moina Michael replied with her own poem:
We Shall Keep the Faith
Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields,
Sleep sweet - to rise anew!
We caught the torch you threw
And holding high, we keep the Faith
With All who died.
We cherish, too, the poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led;
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders Fields.
And now the Torch and Poppy Red
We wear in honor of our dead.
Fear not that ye have died for naught;
We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought
In Flanders Fields.
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To my friends and my Brothers, who now sit with Minerva-I Remember
To the 2,800 plus 1-I Remember
To those in the Pentagon-I Remember
To the Flight Crews and Passengers of Flights AA 77, AA 11 and UA 175-I Remember
To the Flight Crew and Passengers of Flight UA 93-I Remember
To all the Uniformed workers-I Remember
To the Armed Forces-I Remember
To the Health care workers, who helped so much, and wanted and waited to give more, to do more-I Remember
To the Tradesmen, who went in to search, recover, and to rebuild-I Remember
To the Volunteers, from near and far, who dropped everything to help-I Remember
To those who made it out-I Remember
To those who did not come out-I Remember
To all the Victims, the Hero's,
Their families, their friends:
You are, and always will be, Remembered
You will never be forgotten
We will never forget
For those in the service of our Country-We have your six and hope for your safe return.
To our Friends and Allies, across the Pond and around the World: We Remember. We are Not Afraid.
Jon Cohen 9.11.02
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http://mrmom.amaonline.com/twothousandone.htm
http://www.projectrebirth.org/
http://www.buildthememorial.org/site/PageServer?pagename=homepage2
http://www.nationalparks.org/flight93/default.asp
http://www.tuesdayschildren.org/
The Gettysburg Address-What Lincoln might really have said at Ground Zero http://www.msnbc.com/news/806286.asp?0na=x229N3f0-
British sites set up after the Tube bombings July, 2005:
http://www.werenotafraid.com/
http://www.unite-against-terror.com/
For the Men and Women of New York's Finest-The NYPD, PAPD, and all members of the Fraternal Order of Police: The Policeman's Prayer:
http://mrmom.amaonline.com/special/policeman.htm
http://www.nysfop.org/wtc/nypdvideo.html
http://www.nysfop.org/wtc/papdvideo.html
http://www.nysfop.org/wtc/fopvideo.html
For the Men and Women of New York's Bravest-The FDNY and EMS-The Fireman's Prayer:
http://mrmom.amaonline.com/Special/firemen.htm
http://www.ci.nyc.ny.us/html/fdny/media/tribute/tribute.html
For the Doctors, Nurses and all other medical professionals:
http://mrmom.amaonline.com/special/aphysiciansprayer.htm
http://mrmom.amaonline.com/special/anurse.htm
O valiant hearts who to your glory came
through dust of conflict and through battle flame;
tranquil you lie, your knightly virtue proved,
your memory hallowed in the land you loved.
Proudly you gathered, rank on rank, to war
as who had heard God's message from afar;
all you had hoped for, all you had, you gave,
to save mankind — yourselves you scorned to save.
Splendid you passed, the great surrender made;
into the light that nevermore shall fade;
deep your contentment in that blest abode,
who wait the last clear trumpet-call of God.
Long years ago, as earth lay dark and still,
rose a loud cry upon a lonely hill,
while in the frailty of our human clay,
Christ, our Redeemer, passed the self-same way.
Still stands his Cross from that dread hour to this,
like some bright star above the dark abyss;
still, through the veil, the Victor's pitying eyes
look down to bless our lesser Calvaries.
These were his servants, in his steps they trod,
following through death the martyred Son of God:
Victor, he rose; victorious too shall rise
they who have drunk his cup of sacrifice.
O risen Lord, O Shepherd of our dead,
whose cross has bought them and whose staff has led,
in glorious hope their proud and sorrowing land
commits her children to thy gracious hand.
John Stanhope Arkwright’s hymn “O Valiant Hearts”.
FDNY Fire Code: 5-5-5-5
9.11.07: A Remembrance
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