In Flanders Field

"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
McCrae, a Canadian doctor, is said to have scribbled this poem on the back of an envelope after having spent 17 days doctoring injured soldiers ourside Ypres. This was spring, 1915, during WW1 of course.
Whatever your beliefs of war, take a moment to honor those who have died at the hands of others.