I don't know how this is celebrated in other countries but I know in Canada it's a big thing and we take great pride in our soldiers. I just wanted to post this poem here: 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. By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) Canadian Army They will not be forgotten nor will any of the people currently serving for any country whether they are family/friends or random people you've never met. They deserve our respect.