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
These war heroes, once living, breathing human beings, with lives and feelings, were sacrificed.  This line emphasises their humanity as loved and loving family members. 
 The  alliterative  “l"s create softness which, combined with the gentle rhythm suggests, ironically, cradling and protection. 
 The repetition of different forms of the verb “to love”, active and passive, is an example of  polyptoton .