Forget-Me-Not Day. Fitting, given that tomorrow is Remembrance Day. In honour of all who lost their lives in the fight against tyranny, I give you this: 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. Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae Golly, I get teary eyed every time I read that poem. This year I bought my poppy pin from two Navy Cadets in the front lobby of a grocery store. So far I’ve not lost it. Not yet anyway, hehe. Lots of people use either a tiny flag pin or a small poppy-shaped pin to hold the poppy in place. I’ll continue playing poppy-pin-roulette and hope for the best.
Cheers!
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