Today is Anzac Day. This is the day when we remember all the New Zealanders killed in wars. Australian and New Zealand forces served together making the Anzac army corps.
While I'm not aware of any of my relatives being killed in battle, I'm still mindful of and grateful to all the young men (and some women) whose lives were needlessly cut short. The images show Allied forces graves at Ypres, and the poppies that grew in Flanders which became the Anzac symbol.
This is the poem that inspired this:
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
In Flanders fields