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.
Today is the 103rd anniversary of the end of WWI, recognized in the US as Veterans Day.
In Flander’s Fields is a poem describing the destruction of a generation of young men in Flanders where much of the Western Front fighting happened (such as the Battles of Ypres)
First world war, today is Veterans Day, formerly known as Armistice Day, marks the end of the war. Eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month.
Because it was a pivotal moment in the 20th century that triggered social and political unrest throughout Germany that lead to second world war, which in turn formed the rest of the century due to the resultant cold war.
I am always puzzled by the things I remember and the things I forget. I worked with a guy for 12 years and he retired last year. The other day I couldn’t remember his name for the life of me.
