Thursday, November 2nd, 2000: It's time for a new entry, but I didn't really have anything special to say other than how much I love my new little bear courtesy of my girlfriend =) and that it's approaching November 11th, Remembrance Day, a time where we should be giving thoughts to those that have lost their lives fighting for freedom for others. As a tribute to that time, I've left a special poem written by John McCrae, a Lieutenant Colonel of the Canadian Army. He composed it while he was serving in France during WW1 at Flanders Field after seeing poppies covering a battlefield, hence the reason the poppy has become symbolic of Remembrance Day. Col. McCrae died January 28, 1918 while in active duty.

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

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

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

- Lt. Col. John McCrae