In Flanders Field
Lt. Col. John McCraeat 
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, form 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.
Composed by Lt. Col. John McCraeat - the battlefront May 3, 1915 during the second battle of Ypres, Belgium.