At The Eleventh Hour of the Eleventh Day of the Eleventh Month, We Remember

On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month 99 years ago, the guns of August finally fell silent.

We thank our veterans, and all the veterans of the Western allies, for their service to our nation and the world.

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.