the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month

I cant find a version of this I really like, so this one will do.

Its a incredible song. About a young man who went to war and didnt come back. On this, the 90th anniversary of the end of wwi, once again as a nation we make the promise to never forget.

Were we alive on this day 90 years ago, as there was relief that the war was finally over, how much sorrow would there have been with it? My brother is 32, would he have been called up, would he have been one of the 20 million that never came home? Would I be raising a son to see him die in another war 20 years later?

We take so much for granted in our lives. I'm so grateful someone made sure that on this day every year we remember with immense gratitude those who died for us to have the freedom we do. In both the great wars, and in so many other conflicts.

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.