Remembrance Day... Lest we forget.

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 amidst 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 falling 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.

In Flanders' Fields was written by Lt. Col. John McCrae of Guelph, Canada. Died January 28, 1918 while on active service in France. The wars that he and countless others fought in may be over, but more seem to be on their way. When will there truly be peace?