Dan Dorian

From Hattie’s diaries:

Dan Dorian [pictured to the right] was born Jan. 7th, 1897 at Spring Creek, Todd County, S. Dak. and entered Service at Rosebud June 7th, 1918. He was Son of David and Barbara Dorian and of French and Indian Descent. He was on firing line twice and second time he took sick and was removed to hospital where he died Oct. 10th, 1918 and was buried at Meuse-Argonne sous-Montfaucon, Department of Meuse, France, in grave No. 12 Row 10 Block 4, where his body will rest.


In Flanders Fields

by John McCrae

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.

Inspiration for the poem