Lest We Forget

Today is Remembrance Day:
I took a tour of Flander's Fields in Belgium a few years ago - it was amazing, and so moving. You can read about it and look at my pictures here. The whole time was there, John McCrae's famous poem kept running through my head:
" 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