We will remember.
I'm sure you all know the following poem:

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.

Now please give some thought to the responce to "In Flanders Fields" the peice is called: " We Shall Keep The Faith" , by Moira Michael, 1918

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 those who died.

We cherish, too, the Poppy Red
That grows on fields where valour led.
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heros never dies,
But leads a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders fields.

An now the Torch and Poppy Red
We wear in honour of our dead
Fear not the ye have died for nought
We've learned the lesson that ye wrought
In Flanders Fields.