Remembrance Day

Today is the day when people all over the world do their best to say thanks to all those men and women who risked their lives in the name of freedom, the end of First World War:

• "on November 11th at 11am in 1918 (the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month)" back in 1918.

Poppies in the Sunset on Lake Geneva" by Eric Hill from Boston, MA, USA - 

In Flanders Fields

by John McCrae, May 1915

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.

This famous and very emotional poem was written during the 1st World War by John McCrae (30th November 1872 — 28th January 1918) . McCrae was Major and a military doctor and was second in command of the 1st Brigade Canadian Field Artillery.(The Great War). 

Share a hot coffee with a friend today  taking some minutes to think about the cost of the war and the price of the peace.... And please,  buy a poppy.

See you tomorrow,

Teresa Flores