IN FLANDERS FIELDS

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
Scare heard amid the guns below

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
Lovedm amd 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, thought poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

This poem was written by John McCrea, a Canadian Surgeon who worked at the front. It became a symbol for the madness - and with it the Poppy became the symbol for remembrance of WW I.
John died in 1918 of exhaustion and perhaps of the horrific experiences he had during the war.