In honor of Veterans' Day...

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 it 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 McRae
Royal Canadian Army
December 8, 1915