It is celebrated on the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month.
Sometimes we do not really understand the great sacrifice these brave and honourable men and women gave to us. Also we should thank their families who gave up a lot for them to do what they wanted and felt they needed to do.
This day is also known as Poppy Day or Armistice Day. This is the reason we wear those red poppies in honour of them and from the poem In Flanders Fields. The significance of it is the blood spilled during the war.
Today, we honour and pay respects to all of you.
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.
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.
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