November 11, 2010
Remembrance Day, Veterans' Day, Armistice Day. Call it what you will. It's been a while since we featured the famed Flanders Field poem here. I was going to save it for next year's auspicious date, but what the heck?

   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 to previous 11/11's can be found here.

*Harvest View
*Best of Today
*Wayback Machine
*How Do I?
*Today in History
*Calvin and Hobbes