Milk on the fields of Flanders

Have you seen the reports ?

Alll that blood spilt 90 years ago, now the milk is being spread there, some won't understand the significance of this action, some might.

Where are the POPPIES ???

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 falling 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 field.

John McCrae (1872 - 1918)