Thursday, November 11, 2010


For my Grandfather...

In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, May 1915

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.

In Canada, November 11th is Remembrance Day. It is the day we honour the veterans who have served our country in past and current battles. The Royal Canadian Legion, Canada's largest veterans', ex-service persons' and community service organization , sells poppies that we pin to our jackets over our hearts, to commemorate the date. The money from these sales goes to the widows, orphans of vets, as well as injured vets (I believe).

Here's what they look like:

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