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       REMEMBRANCE DAY: THE STORY OF THE POPPY
       Remembering those who gave their lives for us in conflict is as important now as it has ever been.  Now, Remembrance
       Day and Remembrance Sunday have become an important part of British culture and heritage, with events taking place
       across the country to mark them.


       The latter falls on November 12 this year. It's the official day that the nation takes time to reflect on all the servicemen and
       women  killed  in  conflict.    The  two-minute  silence,  meanwhile,  takes  place  at  the  11th  hour  of  the  11th  day  of  the  11th
       month, marking the end of the First World War.  And, of course, in the weeks leading up to Remembrance Sunday people
       wear poppies to commemorate the dead.
                                   But why the poppy?
                                   Much  of  the  fighting  in  the  First  World  War  took  place  in  the  once  peaceful  and  beautiful
                                   countryside of Western Europe.
                                   Landscapes, villages and lives were destroyed - torn to pieces by the shelling which took place
                                   over the four years of conflict.  The once beautiful countryside was transformed into bleak and
                                   barren fields of mud where no sign of life could be found.

                                   But, it was in one such seemingly-lifeless field that bright red "Flanders" poppies, surprisingly
                                   resilient for their delicate appearance, began to grow.  Struck by this sight, Canadian Doctor Lt
                                   Col  John  McCrea,  wrote  of  what  he  saw,  giving  rise  to  the  poem  now  read  at  almost  every
                                   remembrance service in the country: "In Flanders Fields".
                                   Inspired  by  the  poem,  American  academic  Moina  Michael,  began  to  make  and  sell  red  silk
                                   poppies to commemorate those who had died in the war.
       The poppy became a recognized symbol of the war and its human cost. Allied propaganda posters used the poppy to recruit
       soldiers and encourage people to buy war bonds. “If ye break faith… we shall not sleep,” a Canadian poster advertising victory
       bonds declared, quoting McCrae’s poem. The poppy was also used in ceremonies to remember the war dead. The Royal British
       Legion used the poppy in their Poppy Appeal, a massive fundraising effort to support families most affected by the war. The
       poppy is still worn, particularly in the on November 11 to commemorate veterans’ service.  Next time you see a poppy consider
       how you can participate in its rich commemoration history.
                                                                                We Shall Keep the Faith
                                                                                    Moina Michael
                          In Flanders Fields
                        by Major John McCrae                              Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields,
                                                                               Sleep sweet – to rise anew!
                   In Flanders fields the poppies blow                       We caught the torch you threw
                    Between the crosses, row on row,                       And holding high, we keep the Faith
                  That mark our place; and in the sky                              With All who died.
                   The larks, still bravely singing, fly
                   Scarce heard amid the guns below.                         We cherish, too, the poppy red
                                                                          That grows on fields where valor led;
                    We are the Dead. Short days ago                           It seems to signal to the skies
                  We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,                      That blood of heroes never dies,
                 Loved and were loved, and now we lie                          But lends a lustre to the red
                          In Flanders fields.                            Of the flower that blooms above the dead
                                                                                   In Flanders Fields.
                    Take up our quarrel with the foe:
                  To you from failing hands we throw                       And now the Torch and Poppy Red
                   The torch; be yours to hold it high.                      We wear in honor of our dead.
                    If ye break faith with us who die                     Fear not that ye have died for naught;
                We shall not sleep, though poppies grow                   We’ll teach the lesson that ye wrought
                          In Flanders fields.                                      In Flanders Fields.
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