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.