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Among all the flowers that evoke the memories
and emotions of war is the red poppy, which became associated with war after
the publication of a poem written by
Col. John McCrae of Canada. The poem,
"In Flander's Field" describes blowing red fields among the battleground of
the fallen.
The VFW was the first veterans' organization to adopt the poppy and develop
a national distribution campaign. For more than 75 years, the
VFW's Buddy
Poppy program has raised millions of dollars in support of veterans' welfare
and the well being of their dependents. From the very beginning, Buddy Poppy
has received the support of the Veterans Administration and the endorsement
and cooperation of all presidents since Warren G. Harding.
Today, VFW Buddy Poppies are assembled by disabled, needy and aging veterans
in VA Hospitals and domiciliaries across the country and are sold at VFW
Posts and their Ladies Auxiliaries. The minimal assessment (cost of Buddy
Poppies) to VFW units provides compensation to the veterans who assemble the
poppies, provides financial assistance in maintaining state and national
veterans' rehabilitation and service programs and partially supports the VFW
National Home for orphans and widows of our nation's veterans.
In February 1924, the VFW registered the name "Buddy Poppy" with the U.S.
Patent Office. A certificate was issued on May 20, 1924, granting the VFW
all trademark rights in the name of Buddy under the classification of
artificial flowers. The VFW has made that trademark a guarantee that all
poppies bearing that name and the VFW label are genuine products of the work
of disabled and needy veterans. No other organization, firm or individual
can legally use the name "Buddy" Poppy.
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In Flander's Field
By John McCrae, MD
1872-1918)
Lieutenant Colonel
Canadian Army
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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