Or Veteran's Day, as we call it here in the States. A time to remember those who fought and who gave their lives (or lived, and were forever changed by their experiences). Those of you who have read this blog for awhile know that I am anti-war but pro-military, having been raised in the Air Force and related to veterans of the First Gulf War, Vietnam, WWII, the Civil War, and the Revolutionary War. For them, and for all those who fought for the freedom we enjoy, I take a day to remember. It's not much to ask, is it?
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.
For more information about McCrae and his poem, check out this page from The Heritage of the Great War. Image of the wild red poppy courtesy of www.cepolina.com/freephoto/.
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