Editing In Flanders Fields (section)

==Poem==

[[File:In Flanders fields and other poems, handwritten.png|thumb|right|An autographed copy of the poem from ''In Flanders Fields and Other Poems''. Unlike the printed copy in the same book, McCrae's handwritten version ends the first line with "grow".|alt=The poem handwritten by McCrae. In this copy, the first line ends with "grow", differing from the original printed version.]]

''In Flanders Fields and Other Poems'', a 1919 collection of McCrae's works, contains two versions of the poem:
a [[:File:In Flanders Fields and other poems page 3.png|printed text]] as below and a [[:File:In Flanders fields and other poems, handwritten.png|handwritten copy]] where the first line ends with "grow" instead of "blow", as discussed under ''[[#Publication|Publication]]'':<ref>{{cite book |last=McCrae |first=John |author-link= John McCrae |date= 1919 |title= In Flanders Fields and Other Poems | url=https://archive.org/details/inflandersfields00mccr_0/page/3/mode/1up |location= New York |publisher= G. P. Putnam's Sons |page=3}}</ref>

{{blockquote|<poem>
{{block indent|'''In Flanders Fields'''}}
In Flanders fields, the poppies {{tooltip|blow|printed thus; handwritten as 'grow'}}
     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.
</poem>}}

[[File:In flanders fields.ogg|thumb|A reading of "In Flanders Fields"]]

As with his earlier poems, "In Flanders Fields" continues McCrae's preoccupation with death and how it stands as the transition between the struggle of life and the peace that follows.<ref>{{harvnb|Prescott|1985|p=106}}</ref>  It is written from the point of view of the dead. It speaks of their sacrifice and serves as their command to the living to press on.<ref name="NYT1921" /> As with many of the most popular works of the First World War, it was written early in the conflict, before the romanticism of war turned to bitterness and disillusion for soldiers and civilians alike.<ref name="Prescott105" />

An article by Veteran's Administration Canada provides this account of the writing of ''In Flanders Fields'':<ref>{{cite web |url=https://www.veterans.gc.ca/eng/remembrance/memorials/canadian-virtual-war-memorial/Detail/84214 |title=In memory of Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae |date=7 November 2019 |publisher=VAC |access-date=11 December 2019 }}</ref><blockquote>The day before he wrote his famous poem, one of McCrae's closest friends was killed in the fighting and buried in a makeshift grave with a simple wooden cross. Wild poppies were already beginning to bloom between the crosses marking the many graves. Unable to help his friend or any of the others who had died, John McCrae gave them a voice through his poem. It was the second last poem he was to write.</blockquote>