{"id":18,"date":"2014-06-11T11:00:00","date_gmt":"2014-06-11T11:00:00","guid":{"rendered":""},"modified":"2016-04-25T22:54:07","modified_gmt":"2016-04-25T22:54:07","slug":"wwi-tidbit-remembering","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/stacyhenrie.com\/blog\/wwi-tidbit-remembering\/","title":{"rendered":"WWI Tidbit &#8211; Remembering"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Poppies have long symbolized those who fell on the battlefields of France during WWI &#8211; largely because of the poem &#8220;In Flanders Fields&#8221; written by John McCrae in May 1915 about the Great War.<\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<div style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<div style=\"clear: both; text-align: center;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-d89bdOXhSj8\/U5fVUmin0vI\/AAAAAAAAC3Q\/nCTYqRK0PFM\/s1600\/red+poppies.jpg\" style=\"margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" border=\"0\" src=\"http:\/\/4.bp.blogspot.com\/-d89bdOXhSj8\/U5fVUmin0vI\/AAAAAAAAC3Q\/nCTYqRK0PFM\/s1600\/red+poppies.jpg\" height=\"266\" width=\"400\" \/><\/a><\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: left;\"><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div style=\"text-align: center;\">\n<div style=\"text-align: left;\">In Flanders fields the poppies blow<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div>\n<div>Between the crosses, row on row,<\/div>\n<div>That mark our place; and in the sky<\/div>\n<div>The larks, still bravely singing, fly<\/div>\n<div>Scarce heard amid the guns below.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>We are the Dead. Short days ago<\/div>\n<div>We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,<\/div>\n<div>Loved and were loved, and now we lie<\/div>\n<div>In Flanders fields.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Take up our quarrel with the foe:<\/div>\n<div>To you from failing hands we throw<\/div>\n<div>The torch; be yours to hold it high.<\/div>\n<div>If ye break faith with us who die<\/div>\n<div>We shall not sleep, though poppies grow<\/div>\n<div>In Flanders fields.<\/div>\n<div><span style=\"font-size: x-small;\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.greatwar.co.uk\/poems\/john-mccrae-in-flanders-fields.htm\">source<\/a><\/span><\/div>\n<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>This year &#8211; and this summer, in particular &#8211; marks the 100th-anniversary of the start of WWI, with these key dates:<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>June 28, 1914 &#8211; Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria is assassinated by a Serbian<\/div>\n<div>July 28, 1914 &#8211; Austria declares war on Serbia<\/div>\n<div>August 1, 1914 &#8211; Germany declares war on Russia, Serbia&#8217;s ally<\/div>\n<div>August 3, 1914 &#8211; Germany declares war on France, Russia&#8217;s ally<\/div>\n<div>August 4, 1914 &#8211; Great Britain declares war on Germany in response to Germany invading Belgium<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Having studied much about this war and the time period, I&#8217;m thrilled to have my <i>Of Love and War<\/i> series release during this anniversary year &#8211; taking readers from the home front, to a war hospital near the front lines, to England in 1920 as the world struggles to recover from the effects of the Great War.&nbsp;<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>And speaking of release &#8211; HOPE AT DAWN comes out in two weeks!<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Poppies have long symbolized those who fell on the battlefields of France during WWI &#8211; largely because of the poem &#8220;In Flanders Fields&#8221; written by John McCrae in May 1915 about the Great War. 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