Story · for reading together
Armistice Day, 1918
The First World War went on for FOUR long years. Soldiers from all over the world dug long muddy trenches in the fields of France and Belgium, and the guns went on for miles and miles.
Then, at 11 o'clock in the morning of 11 November 1918, the fighting stopped. All at once. All along the line. Everyone said: they will never do this again.
A Canadian doctor called John McCrae wrote a short poem about the red POPPIES that grew in the muddy fields where soldiers were buried. That is why, every November, people wear a little red paper poppy — to remember. And at 11am on 11 November, we all stand still for two minutes. No talking. No moving. Just quiet.