Last poppy from WW1 Flanders found in British attic in 2010

The Sun ^ | 13th November 2010 | David Willetts

[the scotsman]

'THE last poppy from World War One has been discovered preserved in an attic.

The flower is the same brilliant red as when it was plucked from a Flanders battlefield more than 90 years ago.

Soldier Percy Hands carefully stitched the poppy to a postcard and sent it home to his wife Mary in 1917.

The love token lay hidden in an envelope for years until Percy's grand-daughter Chris Baldwin found it on Thursday - Remembrance Day.'

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/3225821/The-last-poppy-from-WW1-found-in-attic.html#ixzz159hnLGeU

[JoeProBono]

Harry Patch is the last remaining survivor of the thousands of soldiers who fought in World War I.

[Stonewall Jackson]

Sadly, Mr. Patch passed away in July 2009, the last ground soldier of World War One.

The three remaining WW1 veterans are Frank Buckles (USA) an ambulance driver on the Western Front, Florence Green (UK) a waitress with the Women's Royal Air Force at several forward air bases, and Claude Choules (UK) a sailor on the battleship HMS Revenge.

[JoeProBono]

At 108, Frank Buckles is the only living American veteran of the Great War (Courtesy The Buckels Family)

[the scotsman]

Wow.

Beautiful pictures.

[naturalized]

And Muslim degenerates weigh in :

http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/3223808/Boy-7-attends-Cenotaph-remembrance-parade-wearing-fallen-relatives-medals.html

[Scanian]

Just don’t let any Chicoms see it...they’ll say it’s a reminder of the Opium Wars.

[kittymyrib]

If you go to the site and listen to the granddaughter explain about the poppy, you will find no rude and gabby reporter cutting off her touching story. Would that our television networks had the sense to tell their paid mouths to shut up and let interesting people tell their stories.

[A.A. Cunningham]

Mark Knopfler - Remembrance Day

On your maypole green
see the winding morris men
Angry Alfie, Bill and Ken
waving hankies, sticks and boots
- all the earth and roots

Standing at the crease
the batsman takes a look around
The boys are fielding on home ground
The steeple sharp against the blue
- when I think of you

Sam and Andy, Jack and John
Charlie, Martin, Jamie, Ron
Harry, Stephen, Will and Don
Matthew, Michael - on and on

We will remember them
remember them, remember them
We will remember them
remember them, remember them

Time has slipped away
The Summer sky to autumn yields
A haze of smoke across the fields
Let's up and fight another round
and walk the stubbled ground

When November brings
the poppies on Remembrance Day
when the vicar comes to say
'May God bless them, every one
Lest we forget our sons'

We will remember them
remember them, remember them
We will remember them
remember them, remember them

[toomanygrasshoppers]

Poppy Ping

[Andyman]

William Boyd March 9, 1887 - July 1, 1916
I Remember

[Stonewall Jackson]

In Flanders Fields
Lt Colonel John McRae

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.

We Shall Keep the Faith
Moina Michael

Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields,
Sleep sweet - to rise anew!
We caught the torch you threw
And holding high, we keep the Faith
With All who died.

We cherish, too, the poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led;
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders Fields.

And now the Torch and Poppy Red
We wear in honor of our dead.
Fear not that ye have died for naught;
We'll teach the lesson that ye wrought
In Flanders Fields.
In Flanders Fields we fought