Flanders field

In Flanders fields the poppies blow (1)
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.

in this poem it stirs up lots of conflict because it has soldiers in a cemetery the had lived only a couple of days ago. i assume that these people were killed in action but they may have died in an accident. it talks about fond memories of their lives before they died. if i were the person who wrote this poem i would include family members and memories of them and have final words to them. the narrator was a soldier in the battle  in which he and his con rads died in.he speaks of memories that he now cherishes because he can no longer see them. this character reminds me of someone very wise who once made a wrong decision and suffered greatly for it. the poem also ends with a peaceful ending and an image of peace and calmness. i guess that this symbolizes happiness the ending and peace in going to the next world.