Today goes by many different names, but it's important all around the world. The Commonwealth folks here where I am have been wearing their poppies for over a week now, which always make me a bit homesick for England when I see them.
Regardless, this is an important day for a lot of people. As you're enjoying the holiday, please take a moment to remember everyone who's fought for freedom in the last hundred years, and before.
In light of that, I'd like to post a poem that's well known and one of my favorites, by a Canadian doctor named Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae:
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.
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