At the 11th hour,
of the 11th day,
of the 11th month....
We will remember them
Lest We Forget
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.
(from 'In Flanders Fields', John Mc Crae, 1872-1918)