The Eleventh Hour

In canada, .November 11th is Remembrance Dayand back home,

on the eleventh day of november-the eleventh month..everyone wears a felt poppie, pinned on their clothes -and at eleven eleven am,  there is a national moment of silence

( eleven minutes)and then, to honour soldiers from ww1 (all wars , i think now). this poem is read.
In Flanders Fields

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.

-written by Canadian physician and Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
In Flanders Fields