In Flanders Fields

As a former career soldier, [Remembrance Day](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Remembrance_Day) contains even more poignant meaning to me than it would to most people.

In commemoration of Remembrance day, the poem that lead to the wearing of poppies on this day:

> 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 Flanders Fields](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_Flanders_Fields) by [John McCrae](http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_McCrae)

Peace be with all of you…