John McCrae Quotes

In Flanders fields the poppies grow / between the crosses, row on row.

We have long honored those who gave their lives during the unfortunate reality of war.

Dear Madam: I have been shown in the files of the War Department a statement of the Adjutant-General of Massachusetts that you are the mother of five sons who have died gloriously on the field of battle. I feel how weak and fruitless must be any words of mine which should attempt to beguile you from the grief of a loss so overwhelming. But I can not refrain from tendering you the consolation that may be found in the thanks of the Republic they died to save. I pray that our heavenly Father may assuage the anguish of your bereavement, and leave you only the cherished memory of the loved and lost, and the solemn pride that must be yours to have laid so costly a sacrifice upon the alter of freedom.

Some made the ultimate sacrifice. The rest of us were lucky.

And when the war is done and youth stone dead I'd toddle safely home and die—in bed.

I love Remembrance Sunday.

I recognise fully why people wear poppies, I totally respect everyone's right to do so and I have total sympathy for anyone who has lost loved ones due to conflict.

With the tears a Land hath shed. Their graves should ever be green.

In times of war, it is often best to look to our history to see how past generations of Americans dealt with the loss of their countrymen in just causes.

I honored the fallen enemy by placing a stone on his beautiful grave.

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 among the guns below.

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.

As one who participated in all the wars of the state of Israel, I saw the horror of wars. I saw the fear of wars. I saw my best friends being killed in battles. I was seriously injured twice.

The poets who have written the best poems about war seem to be the poets whose countries have experienced an invasion or vicious dictatorships.

Military cemeteries in every corner of the world are silent testimony to the failure of national leaders to sanctify human life.

All gave some. Some gave all. Some stood true for the red, white and blue. Some had to fall. Some gave all

It's always the old to lead us to the war It's always the young to fall Now look at all we've won with the sabre and the gun Tell me is it worth it all.

When the days of rejoicing are over,/ When the flags are stowed safely away,/ They will dream of another wild 'War to End Wars'/ And another wild Armistice day.

More than a million Americans have died in our wars—each one much loved by someone.

My message was one of death for young men. How odd it is to applaud that.

The cost of war is constantly spread before me written in many ledgers whose columns are gravestones.

The real heroes of WWII never came home.

There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about the paratroopers I served with who made the ultimate sacrifice for our freedoms.

I hope the families of those who perished on the U.S.S. Oklahoma will find comfort and peace in knowing their loved ones' service in defense of our Nation helped in the ultimate fight to protect our liberty.

Blow out, you bugles, over the rich Dead! There's none of these so lonely and poor of old, But, dying, has made us rarer gifts than gold.