I do recall a tradition of this post occurring in Calontir every NOV 11.  If I may, 
on behalf of an absent brother-in-arns who now musters with the Eternal 
Brigade, I'd like to claim the honour of posting this year.  Requiescat in pace, 
Rich!

Gotfrid
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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.