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The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, nineteen hundred and eighteen... precisely ninety years ago.
In honor of those who have sacrificed so much, in that war and all the others before and since, I humbly offer this small haiku, along with the much more polished "In Flanders Fields"
( Haiku )
( In Flanders Fields )
In honor of those who have sacrificed so much, in that war and all the others before and since, I humbly offer this small haiku, along with the much more polished "In Flanders Fields"
( Haiku )
( In Flanders Fields )
