IN FLANDERS'S FIELDS
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 sunsets glow,
Loved and were loved,
and now we lie
In Flanders' fields
Take up your quarrel with your 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
John McCrae (1872-1918)
The majority of the members nations of this board honor a hoilday today. Briitain, Canada, France, Belgium, and the United States all take a moment (either oficially or unofficially) to one degree or another to remember a time and place which now seems so far removed from our modern existence to seem to be a dream or rather to some a nightmare. Those who were alive in 1918 are now mostly gone from us lost but at peace were nightmares of gas, machine guns, artillery, and mud holds no sway at last over there lifes.
Many honor this day in different ways, here for example, in the United States we already had a day to honor the dead of the nation's wars on May 31, Memorial Day, itself born out of a terriable and bloody war. So we decided to honor the living of the war and the sacrifice that they made. Great Britain with so many lost to the trenches keeps this day as one of rememberence for those lost while still honoring the living. An so it goes through out the world.
So I wanted to take a moment here and say that I remember who have served and scrafice for the good of their nation regardless if we call them Yank, Tommy, and Poilu on this Veterens Day/ Armistice Day 2004.
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