Tomorrow is Veterans Remembrance Day. If you see someone in uniform, shake their hand and say Thank You!
Flanders Fields 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 in Flanders fields.
This poem was written by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army, after the terrible battle of Ypres salient, Belgium on December 3rd, 1915. You can read the story about it at this link http://www.greatwar.nl/frames/default-poppies.html
(thank you Sunny x)
I had three who where in France - two Grandfathers, and one Great Grandfather, my Father was in WWII as well, and I will never forget.