{"id":268,"date":"2013-03-14T21:05:13","date_gmt":"2013-03-15T04:05:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/pocolegion.ca\/?page_id=268"},"modified":"2013-03-16T00:10:09","modified_gmt":"2013-03-16T07:10:09","slug":"in-flanders-fields","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/pocolegion.ca\/?page_id=268","title":{"rendered":"In Flanders Fields"},"content":{"rendered":"<table>\n<tbody>\n<tr>\n<td colspan=\"3\" width=\"600\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-369\" alt=\"poppy-field-02\" src=\"http:\/\/pocolegion.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/poppy-field-02.jpg\" width=\"600\" height=\"254\" srcset=\"http:\/\/pocolegion.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/poppy-field-02.jpg 600w, http:\/\/pocolegion.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/poppy-field-02-300x127.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 600px) 100vw, 600px\" \/><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td width=\"5\"><\/td>\n<td valign=\"top\" width=\"280\">&nbsp;<\/p>\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.\u00a0Short 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>by John McCrae, May 1915<\/td>\n<td align=\"center\" valign=\"top\" width=\"315\"><a href=\"http:\/\/en.wikipedia.org\/wiki\/In_Flanders_Fields\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-295\" alt=\"LtCol-John-McCrae-MD_01a\" src=\"http:\/\/pocolegion.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/LtCol-John-McCrae-MD_01a.jpg\" width=\"300\" height=\"396\" srcset=\"http:\/\/pocolegion.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/LtCol-John-McCrae-MD_01a.jpg 400w, http:\/\/pocolegion.ca\/wp-content\/uploads\/2013\/03\/LtCol-John-McCrae-MD_01a-227x300.jpg 227w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a><\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; 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.\u00a0Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In &hellip; <\/p>\n<p><a class=\"more-link btn\" href=\"http:\/\/pocolegion.ca\/?page_id=268\">Continue reading<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":289,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-268","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry","nodate","item-wrap"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/pocolegion.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/268","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/pocolegion.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/pocolegion.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/pocolegion.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/pocolegion.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=268"}],"version-history":[{"count":38,"href":"http:\/\/pocolegion.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/268\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":371,"href":"http:\/\/pocolegion.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/268\/revisions\/371"}],"up":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/pocolegion.ca\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/289"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/pocolegion.ca\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=268"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}