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.
THE SUNDAY TELEGRAPH: The Queen led the nation in honouring the fallen at the traditional Remembrance Sunday service at London's iconic Cenotaph war memorial.
The monarch was the first to lay a wreath to commemorate those servicemen and women killed in all conflicts since the First World War.
Thousands of miles away Prince William, an RAF Search and Rescue helicopter pilot, joined the military congregation at Camp Bastion in Helmand Province for their event honouring Britain's war dead.
At the first stroke of 11am by Big Ben the two minutes' silence began. >>> | Sunday, November 14, 2010
