London stopped an hour ago at 11am on 11th of the 11th of the 11th and remembered.
We stood next to Big Ben and listened to the toll. Some of the greatest writers took part in the World Wars and their work is used to remember – to paint a picture of what it was like. So we’ll leave you with one of the most well known world war poem…
Signing off
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In Flanders Fields by John McCrae
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.