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
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.
John McCrae, 1915.
Yesterday, The Arsenal's match against Manchester United honoured those servicemen and women who gave their lives for peace.
Arsenal players wore a special one-off shirt with a poppy embroidered into their red and white home kit.
Following the match, the shirts will be signed by each player and auctioned and raffled in aid of these two organisations that support servicemen and women and their families: The Royal British Legion and Help for Heroes.
Chris Simpkins, Director General of The Royal British Legion, said: "Once again we are most grateful for the support of Arsenal Football Club and its loyal supporters. As the national custodian of Remembrance, we are delighted that players and fans will stand shoulder-to-shoulder in a silent moment of tribute and reflection. As an Armed Forces charity, we will ensure the funds raised help to support Armed Forces past and present, and their families.
" Bryn Parry, Co founder of Help for Heroes said: “This is a wonderful idea and we are so grateful to Arsenal for their support. Help for Heroes and the Royal British Legion’s Poppy Appeal are working closely together to ensure that, especially at this time of year, we remember those who have died as well as fundraise to care for those who have been wounded in the service of our country. The association with sport and with football in particular, will strike a chord with our servicemen and women who will gain strength from knowing they are being supported by the Gunners.”
A very nice touch.
As is this poem :