Lest we forget

This poem has pretty strong meaning in Canada, but I'm sure it has universal appeal as Remembrance Day (aka Veterans Day, Armistice Day, etc) approaches.

It pleases me to know that my kids get plenty of exposure in school to its importance.

In Flanders 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 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.

— John McCrae