In Remembrance

 

So it seems you can take the girl out of the Commonwealth, but you can’t take the Commonwealth out of the girl.

I grew up wearing a red plastic poppy on my lapel from the end of October until Remembrance Day on November 11. And when I moved to the UK as an adult, I continued to purchase a red poppy and wear it every day in public during the first part of November.

In Canada and the UK, wearing the poppy and supporting the poppy appeal is something you do to honor those who died in service.  I’d like to find one so I can wear it here in the United States.

For that’s the style I want to feature on this day of remembrance.

 

red poppy worn on lapel

I’ll leave you with this moving poem, written by a Canadian serviceman in 1915, and recited every year in Canadian schools.

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

Composed at the battlefront on May 3, 1915
during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium