World War 1 Finally ended.
The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918
Beyond the elation of the end of the War was the deep sadness of all the lives that were lost.
I think it is very apt that the symbol we use to commemorate this time and remember all those lost lives is the Poppy, growing wild in the fields that once held the battles, it's vibrant red and beauty to be worn on our left side over our hearts.
Lest we forget

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.-Col. John McCrae (1872 - 1918)
