It is November 11! Throughout the world and especially in Europe, this day is often known as Remembrance Day. A day when we remember those slaughtered in "The Great War" as well as in others.

They shall not grow old
As we that are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them
nor the years condemn
At the going down of the sun
And in the morning, we will remember them.

The following was written 100 years ago:

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.

Peter

Amen