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" Flanders Battlefields" 1914-1918

In Flanders Fields The Poppies Blow...

Les chemins de mémoires

Your guide

- english

Dominique Le Thanh

- par Anne Duquesne ( en allemand)

The tours in your coach for half a day or the whole day :

The 1st World War, on the trails of remembrance, the symbols, the memory in cemeteries (French, German, British and Commonwealth), on memorials (Menin Gate in Ypres, monuments in Lille), trenches in Flanders and daily life of a soldier, weapons and the terrible wounds soldiers had to endure, dressing stations and mobile hospitals, the part played by the voluntary nurses and stretcher-bearers, caves, deep-dug shelters, friendship and hate, war poets and drawers or painters…Lest we should forget

« Les voici les p’tits « Bleuets »,

Les Bleuets couleur des cieux

Ils vont jolis, gais et coquets,

Car ils n’ont pas froid aux yeux.

En avant partez joyeux ;

Partez, amis, au revoir !

Salut à vous, les petits « bleus »,

Petits « bleuets », vous notre espoir ! »

ALPHONSE BOURGOIN

« BLEUETS DE FRANCE »,

CHANSONS ET POÈMES DE GUERRE, 1916.		 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

Lt.-Col. JOHN McCRAE, 1915

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  • " Flanders Battlefields" Saturday 23rd July

    Juillet 2011, par Wellington College

    Our tour took us from Lille to Flanders battlefields on the trails of remembrance…
    When we arrived at Tyne Cot Cemetery, the largest Commonwealth cemetery in Flanders, a party of students from Wellington College were singing in a harmonious polyphony. Standing in a semi-circle, facing the half rotunda of the New-Zealand Missing Memorial, their soft song recalled the poppies in Flanders battlefields and the sacrifice of the old boys of the same college, that had come from so far to die here… They too had come all the way to commemorate these soldiers of the Great War that had fallen so far from their homeland.