In Flanders fields the poppies grow 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.
In Flanders Fields - John McCrae
At the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918 the “war to end all wars” came to an end via the signing of an armistice between representatives of Germany and the Entente. The war would officially come to an end with the signing of the Treat of Versailles on June 28th 1919. By that point an estimated nine million combatants and seven million civilians lay dead,
















