I guess we all follow who is saying what about the Ukraine/Krim situation. And I guess we all wonder from time to time why politicians make the statements they make. In order to guide you a bit, and without taking any position, see below graph (courtesy of Gazprom and Morgan Stanley) that may help you along your way through the political forest.
Hundred years ago WWI started and this year is full of commemoration of those dreadful days. Everyday life in West Flanders is still influenced by what happened between 1914 and 1918. Just this week a farmer ploughing his field dug up a big pile of bombs and ammunition, many of whom containing chemicals. That is no exceptional event. Bombs are dug up almost on a daily basis in West Flanders. There is a special section of the Belgian army that drives around the area to collect what has surfaced.
So with all this unrest in Libya, Syria, Egypt, Thailand, Venezuela, Ukraine, Central African Republic and many more places, I thought it was appropriate to post the poem written by John McRae in May 1915.
In Flanders Fields the poppies blow
Between 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 you break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields
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