Heute, um 11:00, am 11. Tage des 11. Monates in 1918 verstummten die Kanonen.
Der Große Krieg, den man auch den 1. Weltkrieg nennt, war beendet.
Nun sind alle Soldaten, die damals kämpften, starben oder überlebten allesamt gleich.
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.
Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae
Die Anhänger des Karnevals mögen mir bitte diesen Denkanstoß verzeihen.