Veterans' Day

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 among 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 the faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.


Here is the link if you would like to hear Leonard Cohen, who died yesterday, reading this lovely ode to soldiers