The poppy is the symbol of remembrance for Britain and its Commonwealth.
In Flanders Fields was written by Major John McCrae, a surgeon serving with Canada's army in Belgium, in May 1915 in memory of a friend recently killed. McCrae died of pneumonia in January 1918 while serving as commander of a Canadian field hospital. For a more jaded soldier's view of the war see Dolce et Docurem Est.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.