Remembering their Sacrifice.

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.

Today at 11am people remembered their sacrifice, they died so that others might live, so that others could remain free. Some of these brave men miraculously survived to tell the account, of the bravery and sacrifice of those who died selflessly, in the service of their country, long may they rest in peace.