I was away for a few days (WW1 Armistice is an official holiday in many European countries), but this should clarify things further:
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.
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But where our desires are and our hopes profound, Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight, To the innermost heart of their own land they are known As the stars are known to the Night; As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain; As the stars…
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Here in Flanders, we don't celebrate "heroes" that day; we sadly remember the millions of poor slobs on both sides, massacred to no avail, for no good reason. One look at the Menin Gate in Ypres, with the names of more than 54,000 British soldiers "known unto God" (i.e. vanished without a trace. Ripped to pieces by shellfire, buried alive, drowned in the Flemish mud,...), or at Kathe Kollwitz's "Grieving parents" in the German military cemetery in Vladslo (preferably under a low, grey sky with the wind chasing the rain) is enough... Rather than being heroes, they would have preferred to live.
Thank you for posting that.
I had no idea...couldn't figure out the original post with the image, which I honestly did not like the language, but I get the point now.
Still don't see any humor in it though...