In Flanders Fields

 August 4, 1914

 100 years ago today World War One began for the British.
It was the bloodiest of battles.

Red Poppies became a symbol of Remembrance for those
who died in the War.

The Poem "In Flanders Fields", was written by a Canadian doctor and
poet from the battlefield.

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.
                             John McCrae