Remembrance Day

John McCrae's poem In Flanders' Field -

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.

Links about the red poppy
- Australian Army, history
- BBC News magazine

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I didn't eat anything at all today, but I am fine.

I enjoyed being on my human's lap for a few hours today, and we even had a midday nap together on the couch for an hour.

This evening my human left me for a few hours to visit that white cat Kettles who lives nearby. He carried her and cuddled her and gave her lots of pats. Not happy! Actually Kettle's humans were having a celebration for St Martin's Day.