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Remember Veterans for National Poppy Day
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Members of the American Legion Auxiliary Unit 180 and the American Legion Post 180 family in Great Bend want everyone to honor and remember our fallen warriors who willingly served our nation and made the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom. “We must never forget.”

“Due to the COVID-19 pandemic,  the post and auxiliary have decided not to distribute poppies during Memorial Day weekend to keep our American Legion family volunteers safe and to comply with social distancing per governor orders,” said Marianne Krallman. She is a co-chair of this year’s Poppy Program along with Jeannie Munsch.

The Flanders Field poppy has become an internationally known and recognized symbol of the lives sacrificed in war and the hope that none died in vain.

In the battlefields of Belgium during World War I poppies grew wild amid the ravages of war. The overturned soils of battle enabled the poppy seeds to be covered, allowing them to grow and forever serve as a reminder of the bloodshed of war.

Replicas of poppies were first distributed in other countries following the end of World War I, and were inspired by the poem “in Flanders Fields,” written by Col. John McCrane of Canada in 1915 during World War I.  Connecting the visual image of the poppy with the sacrifice of service made by our veterans has been an important goal of the American Legion Auxiliary poppy Program since its inception in 1921. The Poppy Program raises community awareness and respect for veterans by educating the public about the symbol of the poppy, taken from a line in the poem.

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In Flanders Fields

by John McCrae

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.