In Flanders Fields
This day 92 years ago the first world war officially ended.
Agreement was reached at 5am in the morning but the war would continue for six more hours(needlesly killing thousans more) so that it would end at 11-11-11.
The eleventh hour on the eleventh day of the eleventh month.
Here in Belgium we still have a lot of physical remnants of the first world war(second too of cours) and as a little kid I had a neighbour who was a survivor(he passed away at age 92 back in 1984).
Here is in Flanders fields written by a Canadien soldier who wrote it after he saw a friend of his killed and who himself didnt make it out of the war alive:
In Flanders fields 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.
More info: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_Flanders_Fields