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Dear visitor,

Welcome to Flanders Fields.

With great honor, and with much respect, I present you my website “In Flanders Fields”.

I have 2 passions: pigeons and everything about World War I. I am living in the middle of Flanders Fields. A few miles from my pigeon loft, many big battles were fought, now 100 years ago.

All of my new champions were named after a Victoria Cross winner. Every week, when they come home from their race, they fly over Flanders Fields, they fly over the battlefields in France and Belgium.

I am very proud of my champions, and I hope you take some time to read the story about their names, about heroes from all nationalities.

In remembrance of all big heroes, and other soldiers, who fought for the world of today.

WE WILL REMEMBER THEM

THEIR NAME LIVETH FOR EVERMORE

 

 

In Flanders Fields

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.

Major John McCrea, November 30, 1872 – January 28, 1918