I was going to start a Remembrance Day thread but SS beat me to it ;-) I hope you are OK with me posting this here, SS. (If not I will move it to its own thread). I posted it on my journal but this will get more visitors.
I post this every year. Traditions are important, even on the net.
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.
Written by Canadian physician Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae May 3 1915.