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In Flanders Field ⛓️

ID#982074
Owned by π”Ύπ•¦π•Ÿπ•€π•žπ• π•œπ•– ℝ𝕠𝕀𝕖 (#128002)
Previously owned by Midnight Outlaw (#98451)
Bred by Nixon (#121576)

This horse is deceased.
Currents

STR: 20
SPD: 284
AGI: 20
INT: 252
END: 18
ALL: 594

Preferred Treat

Horse Information
Name In Flanders Field ⛓️
Age 22 years old (ages in 7 days)
Breed Thoroughbred
Color Black
Sex Mare
Pattern No Pattern
Markings Face: Interrupted Stripe, NF: –, FF: Ankle, NH: Coronet, FH: –
Created 2020-01-19 02:10:12
Genotype EE aa gg crcr dd chch FF zz pp stysty rbrb ++ oo spsp lplp patn1patn1 patn2patn2
Conformation and Health
Height 16.0 hands (64in)
Head 60.00 Good
Neck 64.00 Good
Withers 52.00 Good
Back 66.00 Good
Shoulders 49.00 Poor
Legs 46.00 Poor
Knees 50.00 Good
Hooves 44.00 Poor
Average 53.88

Specialty Information
First Places 0 Second Places 0 Third Places 0
Specialty Western (Converted: 0 times) Grade Local 3 Training Level 5
Training Progress
Stat Boost Points
4 / 10

Horse Points
Yesterday 0
This Week 0
This Month 0
All Time 0
Show Winnings
Yesterday $0
This Week $0
This Month $0
All Time $23,785

Pedigree, Breeding and Foals
Sired by Foundation Stallion Foals 4 foals bred Base Stats
STR: 20
SPD: 21
AGI: 20
INT: 21
END: 18
ALL: 100
Dam Foundation Mare Last Bred 72 days ago  
Pedigree View Pedigree      

Club Registries

Specialists Extraordinaire

Registered since
2021-04-12 08:31:25

The Kindness Club

Registered since
2023-03-26 21:15:11

Western Horse Association

Registered since
2023-03-26 21:18:50

Public Notes
In Flanders Field is named after the war poem by the same name, wrote by Canadian Major John McCrae in the back of an ambulance, after seeing how quickly the poppies sprang up on his best friend, and other soldiers, graves. It is because of this poem that the poppy became what it is known as today; a remembrance to all soldiers, dead and live. I have copied the poem below for those unfamiliar with it to read, or for those who simply wish to read it again.

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 amidst the guns below,
We are the dead, short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and where loved, and now we lie,Β 
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' Field.