This is the weekend when we here in the USA are supposed to remember those who fell in serving our country. Most people regard it as a three-day weekend (we get Monday off of work, most of the time with pay) and the official beginning of summer.
Me, I'm wearing this poppy pin I made:
This is the WWI era poem that started the poppy tradition (written by Canadian physician Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, 1915):
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
