ALT Today, and every day, we are grateful for the service of those who fought in wars around Mother Earth. We honour their sacrifices and service - Chi-miigwech! #RemembranceDay #LestWeForget In Flanders Fields - Poem by John McCrae. Translation courtesy of Sandra Peltier. ©WBE/WUIR
ALT 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. - Lieutenant Colonel John Alexander McRae
ALT Poppies bloom in the sun in the middle of a rapeseed field in Escaudoeuvres, France. REUTERS/Pascal Rossignol
