
In Flanders the poppies blowBetween the crosses row on row,That mark our place, and in the sky,The Larks, still bravely singing, flyScarce hear amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days agoWe lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,Loved and were loved, and now we lieIn Flanders fields.
Take up the quarrel with the foe;To you from failing hands we throwThe torch; be yours to hold it high.If ye break faith with us who dieWe shall not sleep, though poppies growIn flanders' fields.
One of the most asked questions is: why poppies? The answer is simple: poppies only flower in rooted up soil. Their seeds can lie on the ground for years and years, and only when someone roots up the ground, they will sprout. There was enough rooted up soil on the battlefield of the Western Front; in fact the whole front consisted of churned up soil. So in May 1915, when McCrae wrote his poem, around him poppies blossomed like no one had ever seen before.
Poppies are the perfect symbol for Remberance Day, which as always November 11. From time immorial they have been regarded traditionally as flowers of slumber and forgetfulness, but now they have become a national emblem of Remberance.

A card sent to my grandmother from one of her nephews. Herb Douthie came back from WW1.
These letters are from my fathers cousin to his parents, Herb was killed in WW1. These are a very small edited few .
Kensington Camp
4/10/1914
My Dear Mother
Just a line to let you know that I am OK. I am in the infantry and am getting on pretty well. When we go we will sail on the “Euripides” she is a fine boat. We have been supposed to leave several times now but have been delayed and don’t think we will get away for about a week now. I sent my rug and suit home sometime ago did you get it? My bag is at the railway and I will send it first time I can get. We are always shifting camp and parade and march from 5.30 in the morning till after 9 at night so we don’t get much time to write. There are a lot of men here I know. Answer this soon as we do not know when we might be going. I will write a longer letter next time.
Herb.
Address
H.N.Daws
C Coy 3rd Battalion
1st Infantry Brigade
Aust.I.E. Force
Mena Camp
6/1/15
My Dear Mother,
I suppose you have found out before this that we are in Egypt. I had 2 letters that were written before I left Aust. the other day and they had been to England. We landed at Alexandria and came up to Cairo by train. We are camped on the outskirts of Cairo about 10 miles from the railway station A tram line runs out here and the famous Pyramids and Sphinx are on top of the hill about 200 yards away while the “Sahara Desert” stretches away to the west and north. The Nile is a fine river. It was very interesting coming through the Canal. Of course Egypt a British protectorate and our 3rd Battalion received the honor of being picked out to protect the new Sultan on his drive through the streets. It was a great sight. Cairo is a big city but it is morally rotten. It is inhabited by Sudanese, Arabs, French, Greeks, Russians, Assyrians and several other tribes with a smattering of English. There are beautiful hotels Shepherds, and the Grand Continental. I am an expert Camel and donkey rider now as they are the chief modes of conveyance. I have been on City Piquet 6 or 7 times arresting all our chaps that break camp and get “shickered”. The Lankashire and Manchester Fusiliers are in the Kasr. El Niel Barracks here. They are terrible weeds. I hope to get some letters from home soon. I have some curios to bring home, some pieces of alabaster that are chipped out of the old temples of the Pyramids and a souvenir medal of our new Sultan. I have been all through the Pyramids and Sphinx. We expect to go on to Germany in a month or so time and I think I will be home for next Christmas. They are giving us a rough time here now. We go out on the Desert at 7.40 and go out about 8 miles and divisional training and trench digging and defence making and come home about 4 o’clock and have dinner when we come back. Tucker is very short here and we only get bread and jam before we got out and a bit of stew for dinner and bread and jam for tea. I can assure you our pack which weighs 80lbs gets very heavy about 3 o’clock. We have formed double companies and our company is now D.
What sort of a Christmas did you have? We actually had a Christmas pudding & some rotten wine that we could not drink,. I will be able to tell you yarns for a month without stopping when I get home. . The Indian troops are garrisoned all along the canal. Are you getting the money alright. Best love to all at home.
Herb. Address
D Comp
3rd Battalian
1st Inf. Brig
San Stefano Alexandria
10/5/15
My dear Mother,
Am in hospital got knocked over with a shoot. Have just been operated on and bullet extracted.
He says he is progressing quite well and sends his love.
H. Daws
· This was written on behalf of Herbert
My Own Dear Mother,
Just a scribble to let you know that I am still hanging it out. I am having a terrible time. It is now over 3 weeks since I was hit and I have been here about 2 weeks. I hope you can read this as it is the best I can do. I got hit in 5 places with a “Shrapnel” shell. I have been operated on twice and they have got the bullets out of me now but I am terrible weak. I have to stay in the one position as I can’t move for wounds and I am getting bed sores I expect to have to stay in bed for about 3 or 4 months yet I suffer terrible agony I will scribble a note when ever I can but it is very hard. We have English sisters here and Indian orderlies also some French orderlies 1 French Dr 1 English Dr and upstairs Indian surgeons. That is for this ward only. It is full of Australian and French wounded. I am afraid this war is going to last very long time. It is terrible cruel business right through. I do hope that if I get through we can all get settled down together again. Of course you never know what is going to happen. How is Maude getting on. I will not do too much writing for a while. I don’t think but I know you will all drop me a line. How are things getting on at home? I hope everyone is quite well and that you are keeping the best of health. Best love to the girls and yourself. Your loving son, Herb.
Hospital Camp a5
San Stefano
Alexandria
Egypt
Chatby War Memorial Cemetery, Egypt 6
Daws, Pte Herbert Norman, 899 3rd Battalion Australian Infantry. Died of wounds 1st June 1915 Age 21. Born at Broadford, Victoria Australia.
Son of Thomas and Beatrice Louise Daws,
Myrtle Villa,of Piney Ridge,
Grenfell,
New South Wales.
L. 144
Burial: 1 June 1915, Chatby Military Cemetery Alexandria Grave 1011
Poem: Armistice Day, 1933 by C.J. Dennis
By Perry Middlemiss on November 11, 2006 9:38 AM
This we have said: "We shall remember them." And deep our sorrow while the deed was young.Even as David mourned for Absolem Mourned we, with aching heart and grievous tongue.Yet, what man grieves for long? Time hastens by And ageing memory, clutching at its hem,Harks back, as silence falls, to gaze and sigh; For we have said, "We shall remember them."
"Age shall not wither. . ." So the world runs on. We grieve, and sleep, and wake to laugh again;And babes, untouched by pain of days long gone, Untaught by sacrifice, grow into men.What should these know of darkness and despair, Of glory, now seen dimly, like a gemGlowing thro' dust, that we let gather there? -- We who have said, "We shall remember them."
Grey men go marching down this street today: Grave men, whose ranks grow pitifully spare.Into the West each year they drift away From silence into silence over there.Unsung, unnoticed, quietly they go, Mayhap to rest; mayhap a diademTo claim, that was denied them here below By those who vowed, "We shall remember them."
"We shall remember them." This have we said. Nor sighs, nor silences devoutly plannedAlone shall satisfy the proud young dead; But all things that we do to this their land --Aye, theirs; not ours; of this be very sure; Theirs, too, the right to credit or condemn.And, if the soul they gave it shall endure, Well may we say, "We have remembered them."
First published in The Herald, 11 November 1933