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Shall Not Sleep [bxb]

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To avoid failing English class, seventeen-year-old Max Callan signs up for a school penpal program that matches up students with deployed soldiers who have no one to write to. At first he's just doing it for the extra grades, but his correspondence...

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Epigraph: In Flanders Fields by John McCrae

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by rebeccarightnow

by rebeccarightnow

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,

Love 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.