It was meant to be the war to end all wars. On November 11 take a moment to honor the brave men and women who have given their lives in all wars so that you can enjoy the freedom we often take for granted.The poem "In Flanders Fields" was written by John McCrae on May 3rd, 1915...
In Flanders Fields
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.
A few years ago, I visited Flanders Fields and took these photos...
Source & Photos: Bikeland.org