It is Remembrance day tomorrow as the 11 Th hour, on the 11 Th day of the 11 Th month is when the first world war was finally over. Our Queen and members of the Royal family lay a wreath at the cenotaph in London and our whole Nation has two minutes silence. Everything stops from the buses to the trains to the radio stations.
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.