The 11th month, the 11th day, the 11th hour. The end of WW1. Canada has honoured our fallen every November 11. We wear the poppy as a symbol of our gratitude.
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.
Composed at the battlefront on May 3, 1915
during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium, by Lt. Colonel John McGrae.
He didn’t survive the battle.