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.
-John McCrae

Links to Some Good Sites

A Timeline
This is a timeline that will help you understand where and when stuff happened during WWI.

Women and the War
This is an account of the personal experiences and pictures of Helen T. Burrey, who served the United States courageously as a nurse.

Trenches on the Net
An all-inclusive web page dedicated to all of the aspects of the War. YOU MUST SEE THIS ONE!

Poets of the War
Some known, some not so known.

Pictures from the War
Fairly comprehensive mix of all different kinds of pictures, postcards, and propaganda from the war.
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