In Flanders Fields

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In Flanders Fields The Aftermath of World War I Created by J. Copley Hellgate High School Missoula, MT

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In Flanders Fields. The Aftermath of World War I. Created by J. Copley Hellgate High School Missoula, MT. Flanders: Dutch-speaking part of northern Belgium. British troops blinded by tear gas await treatment during the Battle of Estaires , April 1918. - PowerPoint PPT Presentation

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In Flanders FieldsThe Aftermath of World War I

Created by J. CopleyHellgate High School

Missoula, MT

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Flanders: Dutch-speaking part of northern Belgium

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British troops blinded by tear gas await treatment during the Battle of Estaires, April 1918.

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In Flanders, Australian Infantry wounded around a blockhouse near Zonnebeke Railway Station, October 1917

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Canadian stretcher bearers in Flanders fieldsphotographed in 1915.

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173 British Military Cemeteries in West Flanders

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17 French Military Cemeteries in Flanders Fields

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Langemark German Cemetery (contains individual graves in which eight German soldiers are buried, a mass grave containing the remains of 24,917 German soldiers. In total, 44,234 German soldiers are buried or commemorated there.

Langemark (one of 4 German cemeteries)More than 44,000 German soldiers are buried here.

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This German mass grave contains 24,917 soldiers of whom 7,977 remain unknown.

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Wild poppies sprung up in the burial

grounds.

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In Flanders FieldBy Lt. Colonel John McCrae (Canada)

In Flanders fields the poppies blowBetween the crosses, row on row,That mark our place; and in the skyThe larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days agoWe 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 throwThe torch; be yours to hold it high.If ye break faith with us who dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies growIn Flanders fields.