In Flanders Fields

ThE BRITISH Tradition of wearing a poppy oN one's jACKet comes from A Famous POEM

IN FLANDERS FIELDS

 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 down, 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 you break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders Fields

 By Canadian Major John McCrae 

 1915 - Boezinge

In opposition to what most people believe, In Flanders Field is a vindictive poem written by Canadian physician and soldier. 

He wrote it in 1915 while he stayed on duty on his post at Essex Farm, one mile and a quart from central Ypres.
John Mc Crae died during the war on the 28th Januari 1918 while he led the number 3 General Canadian hospital in Boulogne.

Contrairement à l'opinion courante, "In Flanders Fields" est un poème belliqueux de John McCrae, médecin militaire et poète canadien.

Il l'écrivit au début du mois de mai 1915, alors qu'il se trouvait en Belgique à son poste de secours à Essex Farm, à 2 km au nord du centre d'Ypres.

John McCrae mourut pendant la dernière année dd guerre, le 28 janvier 1918, alors qu'il dirigeait le No 3 Canadien General Hospital à Boulogne.

Sa tombe se trouve au cimetière de la ville côtière de Wimereux (département du Pas-de-Calais, France)