I was truly moved by the image of the ceramic poppies (one for each British and Commonwealth dead in WW I) placed in the moat of The Tower of London. I felt I had to find the poem In Flanders Fields and reprint it here on this day what we call Veteran's Day here in the States but is known as Remembrance Day in the UK And Europe.
by John McCrae, May 1915
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.
dips his toe into the Russo-Japanese War.
