In Flanders Fields (rememberance/veterens day)

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the poppies grow 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. — Lt.-Col. John McCrae this classic poem was written by Canadian Dr John McCrae (from Guelph, Otario) was written by a Canadian physician after watching a friend get killed during a battle in Belgium during WW1. Because of this poem, Canadians wear poppies. Thank a vet for what they have done for you!