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. ... no matter if we are young or old, and regardless whether we personally knew or are connected to any person who participated in a war of any kind, we are still joined by the result of those conflicts. Wars may be fought for money or power, and they may have begun in pursuit of a truth that their engineer believed to be an important necessity to inflict upon others, however in the end wars cost lives. These lives were given in the name of freedom and independence, and basic human rights to living lives that are safe and secure. It is because of the men and women who either fought, nursed, or waited, that we are able to be the people we are today. On November 11th, let us remember those who fell, and those who returned. Let us remember those who suffered, and those who rejoiced. Let us remember the great sacrifice. Let us never put to shame, those who fought for future generations- our generation, and those still yet to come. Image Credit: www.readersdigest.ca/features/heart/story-behind-flanders-fields/
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