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.
Tomorrow, on November 11th, will mark Remembrance Day and Veterans Day, depending on which country you reside. Many of us have had relatives, friends, and neighbours who have fought for their countries and for our freedoms. Please take the time tomorrow to pay your respects at 11am tomorrow in whichever way you feel is best, be it a minute of silence or attending the local ceremony. There aren't a lot of veterans left from the Second World War left, and regardless of how you may feel about any war, a few moments or hours out of your day once a year is not much to ask to say thanks to those who remain and those who gave their lives. Thank you, all of you.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,We will remember them.
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