In Flanders Feilds..

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

Tomorrow marks the anniversary of the end of WWI, a world that changed the world forever.  Take a moment to remember those who gave their lives not just in that war, but in the wars after, and the wars to come, trying to make our world a better place.

Halie

poem found on http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_Flanders_Fields