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.
Denken Sie daran, warum wir starben. _____________________________
(c) 2011 Property of, Will Merzlak. Photograph taken and edited by Me. 5010x3336 Version available only by request.
Let us make future generations remember us as proud ancestors just as, today, we remember our forefathers.
You don't really smoke, do you? :] C'mon, soldier...
Anyway, nice composition. I know you'd like some critique, but I can't find much to improve on for this particular shot other than the beam on the right and how it throws off the balance a bit. You're good with your costumes. Nice n' sharp.
Heh...you're like Dad and bro, then. Although, I don't think my father started until his military career was over... Anyway, yeah...stay away from the cigarettes.
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