Especially the lines:
"Take up our quarrel with the foe,
To you from falling 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."
Especially the lines:
"Take up our quarrel with the foe,
To you from falling 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."