{"id":2720,"date":"2008-11-11T11:46:00","date_gmt":"2008-11-11T11:46:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2008\/11\/11\/lest-we-forget\/"},"modified":"2008-11-11T11:46:00","modified_gmt":"2008-11-11T11:46:00","slug":"lest-we-forget","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2008\/11\/11\/lest-we-forget\/","title":{"rendered":"lest we forget"},"content":{"rendered":"<div style=\"float: right; margin-left: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px;\">I knew a simple soldier boy<br \/>\nWho grinned at life in empty joy,<br \/>\nSlept soundly through the lonesome dark,<br \/>\nAnd whistled early with the lark.<\/p>\n<p>In winter trenches, cowed and glum,<br \/>\nWith crumps and lice and lack of rum,<br \/>\nHe put a bullet through his brain.<br \/>\nNo one spoke of him again.<\/p>\n<p>You smug-faced crowds with kindling eye<br \/>\nWho cheer when soldier lads march by,<br \/>\nSneak home and pray you&#8217;ll never know<br \/>\nThe hell where youth and laughter go.<\/p>\n<p><i>Suicide in the Trenches<\/i>, Siegfried Sassoon,<br \/>\nEnglish poet and author.<\/div>\n<p>In Flanders Fields the poppies blow<br \/>\nBetween the crosses row on row,<br \/>\nThat mark our place; and in the sky<br \/>\nThe larks, still bravely singing, fly<br \/>\nScarce heard amid the guns below.<\/p>\n<p>We are the Dead. Short days ago<br \/>\nWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,<br \/>\nLoved and were loved, and now we lie<br \/>\nIn Flanders fields.<\/p>\n<p>Take up our quarrel with the foe:<br \/>\nTo you from failing hands we throw<br \/>\nThe torch; be yours to hold it high.<br \/>\nIf ye break faith with us who die<br \/>\nWe shall not sleep, though poppies grow<br \/>\nIn Flanders fields. <\/p>\n<p><i>In Flanders Fields<i>, Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD<br \/>\nCanadian Army<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I knew a simple soldier boy Who grinned at life in empty joy, Slept soundly through the lonesome dark, And whistled early with the lark. In winter trenches, cowed and glum, With crumps and lice and lack of rum, He put a bullet through his brain. No one spoke of him again. You smug-faced crowds &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/2008\/11\/11\/lest-we-forget\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;lest we forget&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[950],"class_list":["post-2720","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-rememberance-day"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2720","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2720"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2720\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2720"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2720"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/foxtongue.com\/dreampepper\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2720"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}