November 11th was Armistice Day in France, a national holiday created to remember the signing of the peace treaties of 1918 following the end of World War I. The holiday was also called Armistice day in the United States until the end of World War II when the name was changed to Veterans Day.
There were many battles fought in World War I on the hills and valleys next to where I am currently living in Alsace. World War I was fought in the trenches with each side dug-in sometimes just 30 yards apart from each other. Some of the battlefield trenches and fortifications in this area were preserved and turned into memorial sites. I visited one today called Fort Mutzig. Oddly enough, the inside of the fort was closed to visitors on Armistice Day but I was able to get a few pictures of one of the imposing entrances to the fort.Armistice Day provided an opportunity to reflect upon the 16 million deaths and 21 million wounded during World War I. It also reminded me of one of the poems that I memorized in high school that is one of the most well-known poems written during World War I. It was written by a Canadian physician Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae in 1915 after he witnessed the death of one of his friends. Flanders Fields refers to the battlefields where McCrae fought, which are in the northeastern part of France and the adjacent part of Belgium.
In Flanders Fields by John McCrae
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
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