Get set, ...

Two days to go ... but only one more sleep! :-)

Are you packed yet?  Don't forget to pop your shirt, tie and black bottoms (and shoes of some sort!) in your bag for the Menin Gate ceremony!

On Thursday, we will visit the grave of John McRae, the soldier who wrote the poem "In Flanders Fields", at the Essex Farm Cemetery.  We will also visit the In Flanders Fields museum.  Have a look at the poem below and familiarise yourselves with the poem that has become so famous!

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.