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Dover. The verses were obviously in his mind, for who made the Supreme Sacrifice in safeguarding
he told the doctor who was in charge of his case: the unity, sovereignty and territorial integrity of
‘Tell them this, if ye break faith with us who die, Mother Lanka. The fourth verse of the poem has
we shall not sleep.’ The same night, Lieutenant been used by the Armed Forces in Sri Lanka. Yet, the
Colonel McCrae died from pneumonia and other verses perhaps not known to Sri Lankans.
meningitis.
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
He was buried in a military cemetery England mourns for her dead across the sea.
near Calais on the English Channel, on rising Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
ground above Wimereux, from where the cliffs Fallen in the cause of the free.
of Dover are easily visible on sunny days. He
thus became one with those of whom he wrote Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
in his famous poem. Probably by the time of his Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
internment, Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae’s There is music in the midst of desolation
verse had forever bound the image of the Red And a glory that shines upon our tears.
Poppy to the memory of the Great War. The
poppy was eventually adopted by the British and They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Canadian Legions as the symbol of remembrance Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
of WW I and a means of raising funds for disabled They were staunch to the end against odds
veterans. uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
Wearing of Poppy
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
An American war volunteer, Moina Michael, Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
had read the poem and was greatly impressed At the going down of the sun and in the morning
particularly by the last verse and helped to We will remember them.
establish the symbol in the United States where
the Veterans of Foreign Wars and the American They mingle not with their laughing comrades
Legion also embraced the Red Poppy tradition. again;
The wearing of a poppy appeared to her to be They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
the way to keep faith and she wrote the reply; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
Oh! You who sleep in Flanders’ Fields,
Sleep sweet - to rise anew; But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
We caught the torch you threw Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
and holding high we kept To the innermost heart of their own land they are
The faith with those who died. known
We cherish too, the Poppy red As the stars are known to the Night;
That grows on fields
Where valour led it seems to signal to the skies As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
That blood of heroes never dies. Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
But lends a sheen to the red As the stars that are starry in the time of our
Of the flower that blooms above the dead darkness,
In Flanders’ Fields. To the end, to the end, they remain.
And now the torch and Poppy red
Wear in honour of our dead. (the writer is the National Chairman, Armed Forces
Fear not that ye have died for naught; Remembrance Day, Poppy Commemoration and
We've learned the lesson that ye taught Cenotaph Development Committee of the Sri Lanka
In Flanders’ Fields. Ex-Servicemen’s Association and Secretary General
of the Sri Lanka Naval Association)
For the Fallen
Rear Admiral Dr. Shemal Fernando, RSP & Bar,
I would like to dedicate the following VSV, USP, PhD, MPhil, MSc, Executive MSc, psc (Rtd)
poem by Laurence Binyon to all Sri Lankans
Dover. The verses were obviously in his mind, for who made the Supreme Sacrifice in safeguarding
he told the doctor who was in charge of his case: the unity, sovereignty and territorial integrity of
‘Tell them this, if ye break faith with us who die, Mother Lanka. The fourth verse of the poem has
we shall not sleep.’ The same night, Lieutenant been used by the Armed Forces in Sri Lanka. Yet, the
Colonel McCrae died from pneumonia and other verses perhaps not known to Sri Lankans.
meningitis.
With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,
He was buried in a military cemetery England mourns for her dead across the sea.
near Calais on the English Channel, on rising Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,
ground above Wimereux, from where the cliffs Fallen in the cause of the free.
of Dover are easily visible on sunny days. He
thus became one with those of whom he wrote Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal
in his famous poem. Probably by the time of his Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,
internment, Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae’s There is music in the midst of desolation
verse had forever bound the image of the Red And a glory that shines upon our tears.
Poppy to the memory of the Great War. The
poppy was eventually adopted by the British and They went with songs to the battle, they were young,
Canadian Legions as the symbol of remembrance Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.
of WW I and a means of raising funds for disabled They were staunch to the end against odds
veterans. uncounted;
They fell with their faces to the foe.
Wearing of Poppy
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
An American war volunteer, Moina Michael, Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
had read the poem and was greatly impressed At the going down of the sun and in the morning
particularly by the last verse and helped to We will remember them.
establish the symbol in the United States where
the Veterans of Foreign Wars and the American They mingle not with their laughing comrades
Legion also embraced the Red Poppy tradition. again;
The wearing of a poppy appeared to her to be They sit no more at familiar tables of home;
the way to keep faith and she wrote the reply; They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;
They sleep beyond England's foam.
Oh! You who sleep in Flanders’ Fields,
Sleep sweet - to rise anew; But where our desires are and our hopes profound,
We caught the torch you threw Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,
and holding high we kept To the innermost heart of their own land they are
The faith with those who died. known
We cherish too, the Poppy red As the stars are known to the Night;
That grows on fields
Where valour led it seems to signal to the skies As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust,
That blood of heroes never dies. Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;
But lends a sheen to the red As the stars that are starry in the time of our
Of the flower that blooms above the dead darkness,
In Flanders’ Fields. To the end, to the end, they remain.
And now the torch and Poppy red
Wear in honour of our dead. (the writer is the National Chairman, Armed Forces
Fear not that ye have died for naught; Remembrance Day, Poppy Commemoration and
We've learned the lesson that ye taught Cenotaph Development Committee of the Sri Lanka
In Flanders’ Fields. Ex-Servicemen’s Association and Secretary General
of the Sri Lanka Naval Association)
For the Fallen
Rear Admiral Dr. Shemal Fernando, RSP & Bar,
I would like to dedicate the following VSV, USP, PhD, MPhil, MSc, Executive MSc, psc (Rtd)
poem by Laurence Binyon to all Sri Lankans
