It is the soldier,
not the reporter,
who has given us Freedom of Press**.**
It is the soldier,
not the poet,
who has given us Freedom of Speech**.**
It is the soldier,
not the campus organizer,
who has given us the Freedom to Demonstrate**.**
It is the soldier,
who salutes the flag,
who serves beneath the flag,
and whose coffin is draped by the flag that allows the protester to burn the flag.
**At the 11th minute of the 11th hour of the 11th day we will remember them. **
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
Composed at the battlefront on May 3, 1915
during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium