The U.S. Mint offers this beautiful coin. Part of the proceeds go to the U.S. World War I Memorial in Washington, D.C.
The U.S. mint produced this beautiful silver dollar coin. What I appreciate is that part of the purchase of the coin is dedicated to the World War I Memorial in Washington DC.
The barbed wire on both side reminds me of the horrors of forging through no-man's land. Of course the poppies hark back to the writing of "In Flander's Field" by John McCrae. He wrote poetry as he studied to become a physician. Then he served in the South Africa War, appalled at the lack of medical attention to the soldiers. Moving to England he continued his studies and when The Great War broke out he was commissioned to be bridgate-surgeon to the First Brigade of the Canadian Field Artillery. He lost a great friend at the 2nd battle at Ypres. The next day he noticed the wild poppies growing amongst the makeshift graves and wrote the most well-known poem of the war. His last known poem was "The Anxious Dead." In early 1918 he became very ill and passed of pneumonia and meningitis.
In Flanders Fields
John McCrae, 1872 - 1918
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.
The barbed wire on both side reminds me of the horrors of forging through no-man's land. Of course the poppies hark back to the writing of "In Flander's Field" by John McCrae. He wrote poetry as he studied to become a physician. Then he served in the South Africa War, appalled at the lack of medical attention to the soldiers. Moving to England he continued his studies and when The Great War broke out he was commissioned to be bridgate-surgeon to the First Brigade of the Canadian Field Artillery. He lost a great friend at the 2nd battle at Ypres. The next day he noticed the wild poppies growing amongst the makeshift graves and wrote the most well-known poem of the war. His last known poem was "The Anxious Dead." In early 1918 he became very ill and passed of pneumonia and meningitis.
In Flanders Fields
John McCrae, 1872 - 1918
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.
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