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>In Flanders Fields

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At the 11th Minute of the 11th Hour of the 11th Day of the 11th Month...

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.

Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae

... We Remember

Today is Rememberance Day. Please take the time whatever you are doing to remember those who fought and gave their lives so we might have the freedom we enjoy now and which so many of us take for granted.

It is traditional to mark their memory with a moment of silence at the 11th minute of the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month… but any time you have, anywhen, not just tomorrow does just as well.

We owe them all a huge debt of gratitude. Remembering them is the least we can do.

Disclaimer: photos found via yahoo! image search, they are not mine.

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