Rememberance Day - Lest we Forget
In Flander's fields the poppies blow between the crosses, row on row.
That mark our place and in the sky the larks still bravely singing fly, scare 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.
It still feels wrong to be unable to wear a poppy today.
We must remember those who died, those lost, and those who sacrificed their lives. Unlike in the US, today is a day to remember the dead, and the losses, _not to celebrate those who lived and what they went through_. We must remember the pain and the loss, lest we forget the prices paid to live in the country we call our own, and the true cost of war.
They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
They fell with their faces to the foe.
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
We will remember them
Lest we forget.