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I still feel bad about not having a real poppy to wear, so I'll 'wear' one on LJ for today. Thanks for the icons, meallanmouse :)

I'm also posting The Poem, because I've got nothin' else, save a minute of silence about 20 min from now. I spend so many years going to, and being in, Remembrance Day ceremonies that the day always makes me think, and it always makes me a little sad. A grateful sad, but still. There is so much to think about when it comes to war, past present, and inevitably future.

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.

~Lt. Colonel John McCrae