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Dear humble poppy, you rose from cornfields that had run red with the blood of our fallen… Now resting souls of a war… one hundred years hence… A symbolic, humbling flower of remembrance. No man that tread Flanders those days… stand today… All have passed now… But remember them we do… And we will… on each anniversary of the eleventh hour… of the eleventh day… of the eleventh month… We shall pray and give thanks for their sacrifice. We shall stand on parade to honour them… Let your blood red petals fall softly, fluttering in time to the sounds of silence… our nation shall always fall silent to remember the lives given to ensure our freedom. Then the nation shall rise to the sounds of silver trumpets, bidding a farewell to those who sacrificed all for us… And yes, we promise to return on each eleventh hour… of the eleventh day… of the eleventh month… every year. We shall remember them.
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Feb 20
Feb 20, 2026 at 1:07 PM UTC
A Nations Promise