Thank you for your ultimate sacrifice!

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.

A WWI poem written by Canadian soldier John McCrae, just after (or during, depending on which source you trust) the burial of his friend, Lt. Alexis Helmer. Since then, the poem has become a symbol of remembrance, not just for WWI, but for all the commonwealth soldiers who sacrificed themselves in war.