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Today is celebrated by various names in various places as a day of remembrance for those who sacrificed their lives in war. This is symbolised by the red Flanders poppy.
The image below was made in France around the 1880s/90s, before any WW1 blood was spilled, before the red poppy was seen as it is now. Before a poem turned it into a symbol: John McRae's "In Flanders Fields" (1915)
The image below was made in France around the 1880s/90s, before any WW1 blood was spilled, before the red poppy was seen as it is now. Before a poem turned it into a symbol: John McRae's "In Flanders Fields" (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.
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.
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