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Susan Hall-Balduf

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I am a writer, a WWI historian, a devotee of the performing arts, and somebody’s Nana. Me at Notre Dame

Recent Posts

Going to the chapel June 15, 2019
Rats were not the only critters May 11, 2019
Rain, rain, go away April 19, 2019
Wilfred Owen, War Poet March 1, 2019
Poetry and soldiers February 20, 2019

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 among the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago, we lived, felt dawn, saw sunsets glow, loved and were loved, and now we lie in Flanders fields. …

– Dr. John McCrae, 1915

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