A very short fiin dedication to all the soldiers who are still fighting, to all those who have fought, and all those who have sacrificed their lives to keep this nation strong and free. Lest We Forget. 11-11-11

In Flanders Fields © Lieutenant Colonel John Alexander McCrae

Hetalia © Hidekazu Himaruya

A Poppy is to Remember

In Flanders fields the poppies blow

He remembers the shrill of the falling bombs, the ear-piercing bang of the guns.

Between the crosses, row on row,

He remembers the lasting ring of the guns firing in salute to their fallen brothers and sisters in arms

That mark our place; and in the sky

The larks, still bravely singing, fly

He remembers how he would send letters to his papa, telling him that it would be over soon, that he would liberate him from the enemies.

Scarce heard amid the guns below.

He remembers when he flew over the broken cities, with only empty skeletons of the proud buildings left standing.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,

He remembers when he finally being able to his papa, how thin and pale he was. He remembers how even his father embraced his papa, even though he 'despises' the French.

Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields.