Please take a moment of silence today to honour the soldiers who gave their lives for our freedom

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

Within months of being printed by Punch Magazine on December 8th, 1915, "In Flanders Fields" became the most popular poem of the war.

John McCrae was one of 60,000 Canadians who never returned home to loved ones.