|Canadian Lt. Colonel John McCrae|
It’s only been three days since I wrapped up the National Poetry Month series, but here I am already, back to verse. This time it is history that that, in the immortal words of Sonny Corleone “keeps pulling me back in.”
It was exactly 100 years ago today during World War I that Major John McCrae, a gunnery and medical officer of a front line Canadian regiment scribbled the first draft of the poem while sitting in the back of an ambulance in Flanders, the Dutch speaking region of northern Belgium. It was just after the long and bitter 17 day Second Battle of the Ypres during which the Germans unleashed one of the first mass uses of poisonous chlorine gas of the war on Canadian positions resulting in heavy and gruesome casualties and one of those battles in the Great War that shattered expectations on all sides of a gallant and romantic display of national glory. Nearly exhausted from the long battle during which he had never once had a chance to even change his clothes, McCrae had just presided at the burial of one of his closest friends, Alexis Helmer alongside hundreds of other victims of the fighting. It was a large, open flat meadow and in the spring profusions of bright poppies bloomed between and among the newly dug graves.
With the scene still before him, McCrae sat in the ambulance that had delivered the body of his friend and scribbled a poem. He let it to regimental Sargent Major Cyril Allinson read it and the man was moved to tears. But McCrae, no an amateur but a serious and accomplished poet with extensive publication back home in Canada, was not satisfied with the work. He crumpled the paper and tossed it aside. Allinson retrieved the page and later convinced McCrae to submit it to publication.
McCrae relented, but spent weeks tinkering with and revising the poem before sending it off to The Spectator, London’s leading political and literary weekly. But the paper, then a Liberal Party voice and strong supporter of the Prime Minister H. H. Asquith, who had once been an editor of the paper. Perhaps they thought that the theme of mass sacrifice was too depressing and could undermine moral despite the patriotic exhortation with which it ended. McCrae’s second submission, to the more satirical Punch succeeded and it was published without attribution on December 8, 1915.
|The poem and poppy images were widely used in Allied propaganda like this Canadian Bond drive poster.|
The poem grabbed the immediate attention of the British public and it was widely reprinted. The government, recognizing its power, began using it as a recruiting tool. This was even more true back home in Canada. Posters featuring the lines from the poem and images of poppy field were used for both recruiting and War Bond sales. The Unionist Party used it in its campaign for re-election in 1916 against the French speaking Quebecois who opposed conscription.
In the United States the poem was used by those, like Theodore Roosevelt, who were eager to get the country into the war on the Allied side. After President Woodrow Wilson was finally convinced to call for a declaration of War in 1917 U.S. propagandists also used the poem for recruitment.
John McCrae was born in Guelph, Ontario on November 30, 1872. The grandson of Scottish immigrants, his father, Lieutenant Colonel David McCrae, was a professional soldier and strong Empire loyalist. He attended high school at Guelph Collegiate Vocational Institute where he also rose to captain in the corps of cadets. After graduation he joined the Army and trained in gunnery at Royal Military College of Canada in Kingston, Ontario.
Placed on reserve status, McCrae worked for in 1894 as a Master of English and Mathematics at the Ontario Agricultural College in Guelph before enrolling at the University of Toronto to complete his B.A. and to study medicine. His first poems were published while at the University.
After graduation from Medical School in 1898 he served his residency at Toronto General Hospital, and then in 1899, at Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore, Maryland.
He interrupted his studies in 1900 in to command of the left section of D Battery of the Royal Canadian Artillery attached to the Second Canadian Contingent during the Second Boer War. The contingent returned to Canada in 1901 after participating in several major campaigns.
In 1902, he was appointed resident pathologist at Montreal General Hospital and later became assistant pathologist to the Royal Victoria Hospital in Montreal. In 1904, he was appointed an associate in medicine at the Royal Victoria Hospital. Later that year, he went to England where he studied for several months and was admitted to membership in the Royal College of Physicians.
After establishing himself in private practice he continued to lecture as several institutions. His reputation and social connections both grew. He was invited to accompany Lord Gray, the Governor General of Canada, on a canoe trip to Hudson Bay as expedition physician.
He was appointed professor of pathology at the University of Vermont, where he taught until 1911 and also taught at McGill University in Montreal. During these years he publish poetry, short stories—some of them illustrated by his own skillful drawings–and essays in addition to co-authoring the then definitive Canadian text on pathology.
When war broke out, McCrae was eager to join Canada’s Dominion forces in service of the Empire. He turned down an offer of a high commission in the Medical Corps preferring active service with a front line unit. He shipped out as Brigade Surgeon and a Major and second in command of the 1st Brigade, Canadian Field Artillery. Not long after arriving in Europe he was in the middle of the Battle of the Ypres exhausting himself by dividing his time between firing his guns and tending the mounting wounded.
A little over a month after writing his famous poem, McCrae was transferred, over his voracious protests, to the Medical Corps where his services as a doctor and administrator were sorely needed. But as he packed to report to his new duties, he complained to Sgt. Major Allinson that, “all the goddamn doctors in the world will not win this bloody war: what we need is more and more fighting men.”
But he loyally did his duty as ordered. He was promoted to Lt. Colonel and placed in command of the No. 3 Canadian General Hospital at Dannes-Camiers near Boulogne-sur-Mer in northern France where he operated out of Durbar tents from India for eight months through the cold misery of frosts, floods, and mud of the winter of 1915-16. Eventually the hospital was relocated to the old Jesuit College in the town. McCrae remained in command through most of the rest of the war and watched, with some amusement, as he became famous around the world for his poem. In what little spare time he had, he prepared the manuscript for a collection of his war poems.
But mostly, McCrae literally worked himself to death. On January 28, 1918 he died of pneumonia and cerebral meningitis. He was laid to rest the next day with full military honors and even an extra dash of pomp at the Commonwealth War Graves Commission section of Wimereux Cemetery, just a couple of miles up the coast from Boulogne.
|In the post war years Veterans' organizations like the British Legion began selling poppies on Remembrance and Armistice Days.|
The poem was later credited with helping the movement to establish the Remembrance Day holiday in Britain, Canada, and other Commonwealth countries and especially with the use of poppies to commemorate the dead. That practice spread to the United States when the Veterans of Foreign Wars began selling Buddy Poppies to support the war wounded.
In Canada In Flanders Field has achieved particularly iconic status as patriotic set piece in a nation that holds it war veterans in unusually high regard. Its words are inscribed on the Ten Dollar Bill and several commemorative quarters have featured the poppy, including one in 2004 with the poppy colored bright red—the first multi-colored circulation coin in the world.
Yet as a work of poetry, it does not get much respect. Most Canadian literature courses omit it from their text books. The darker, more bitter anti-war tinged work of soldier poets like Sigfried Sassoon and Wilfred Owen get much more attention. In Flanders Field is dismissed as patriotic fluff and propaganda, or worse was denounced by war historian Paul Fussell as “stupid and vicious…. propaganda argument against a negotiated peace.” That was a bit unfair in that it was written so relatively early in the war that neither side was considering a negotiated peace outside of clear victory. It is true that later in the war propagandists used the poem that way, however.
There remains to this day controversy over the first line of the poem that has nothing to do with its political use. In the draft he sent to Punch, McCrae used the word grow at the end of the first line. But the Punch editor noted that he had used the same word in the second to the last line. They substituted the word blow in the first usage. McCrae had no objections and used that form in his manuscript for his collection, In Flanders Fields and Other Poems published posthumously in 1919. In sending handwritten copies to friends and admirers, however, McCrae used both forms as did some other publications. The version below is how it appeared in the 1919 collection.
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 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.