When we were in Melbourne, we visited the Shrine of Remembrance.
It is a fitting tribute to those that served. I would hope that lessons would be learned. We are here enjoying our freedom, and remembering those that lost their live to give it to us!
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 singing bravely 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 poem, In Flanders Fields, is the best tribute to our past.