Armistice Day

War sucked then and it still sucks now. In remembrance of those who fought in the War to End All Wars and a reminder to those who still have not learned its lessons:



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:

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.


Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)

Canadian Army



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