Armistice Day is on 11 November and is also known as Remembrance Day.

It marks the day World War One ended, at 11am on the 11th day of the 11th month, back in 1918.

A two minute silence is held at 11am to remember the people who have died in wars.

This year I went to London to see the Poppy Tower, which has a single ceramic Poppy flower for each British soldier who died during the year. This functions as a charity now and you can support the troupes by buying one poppy with £25 to be added to the mass of flowers at the bottom of the tower.
The blood red gives it a realistic look and inspires an awe that has brought people to tears (either by trying to imagine the sheer number of people who died or the grief of the ones left behind).

Poppy Poetry (War)

In Flanders Fields

by John McCrae, May 1915

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.