11th hour, 11th day, 11th month.

Two minutes silence.

Two minutes silence for millions and millions of people who died for us, and for things we now take for granted.

I just wanted to write a post for the families affected by war, the innocent who died in tragedy, but most importantly, to the soldiers who fought for us, and continue too - whether that was WW1, WW2 or now.

We owe you everything.

Thank You.

x

"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 among the guns below."

  

                                                                             - Lieut.-Col John Mcrae.