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.
This is part of a poem that I grew up reciting every year at school in Remembrance of our fallen soldiers.
https://www.history.com/news/world-war-i-poppy-remembrance-symbol-veterans-day
I wish America had a larger tradition of using a poppy symbol to visibly honor our Veterans.
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