In Flanders Fields

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

Ninety years ago tomorrow on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month the carnage that was the trenches of the First World War ended. There are hardly any of the brave youngsters that fought in that bloody conflict still alive to talk about it and soon the only thing left will be the rows upon rows of white crosses that mark the places of those who will forever sleep amongst the poppies.
We must never forget those who paid the ultimate price for our freedom, for they gave everything so that we may enjoy what we have today. Let the politicians also not forget them, so that they may not squander today's youth in such a bloody undertaking for nothing.

LEST WE FORGET