In 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 Flanders fields.– John McCrae, 1915
Though thankfully I was never in a war, this is an important day for me. I remember.
Lest we forget – CBC
Remembrance Day (Australia, Canada, Colombia, UK and Ireland), also known as Poppy Day (South Africa and Malta), and Armistice Day (UK, New Zealand and many other Commonwealth countries; and the original name of the holiday internationally) is a day to commemorate the sacrifice of veterans and civilians in World War I and other wars. It is observed on November 11 to recall the end of World War I on that date in 1918.
Remembrance Day – wikipedia
Rick McCharles 
Two things I find interesting. The first is that with your image of the dove beside “In Flanders Fields”, I take it that you consider this a peace poem. Plain and simple, it’s not. Read that last stanza. We are not passed the torch merely to extinguish it.
Second, it is not true that Remembrance Day is about peace, either. We need a Peace Day, but this isn’t it.
Me too, I remember. It has always been an important day to my father. I hope my poppies from Canada arrive today.
I paid a special visit to Flanders fields when I was in Belgium in 2004. Flanders is just across the border in France. Surprisingly, few French knew anything about the Canadian impact – we remember better than they do.
Fred tells me it is Armistice Day in France too
I want to take up a quarrel with you on this.
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Hey, you’re right.
It’s a pretty combative poem.
I like it though. Maybe I’ll rewrite it to be more pacific.
I think the peace dove beside the “combative” poem is poignant. After all my uncles went through in those early wars, I wish that it had earned us peace on earth.