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Today I rode in a black hawk helicopter over the poppy fields in southern Afghanistan with Brigadier General John Nicholson, Secretary Robert Gates and a few other folks.

I thought of that famous poem from World War I, John McCrae’s “In Flanders Fields.” It’s one of my mom’s favorites.

“In Flanders fields the poppies grow/Between the crosses, row on row,” he writes.

I expected the poppies to be bright red flowers like the artificial ones people wear as a remembrance on Memorial Day, but there weren’t any like that.

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