On and around 11 November each year, the Returned and Services League Australia (RSL) sells millions of red cloth poppies for Australians to pin on their lapels. Proceeds go to RSL welfare work.

Why a Red Poppy?

Colonel John McCrae, who was Professor of Medicine at McGill University in Canada before WW1, first described the red poppy, the Flanders poppy, as the flower of remembrance.

He had been a doctor for years and served in the Boer War as a gunner. He also went to France in WW1 as a medical officer with the first Canadian contingent.

As a surgeon attached to the 1st Field Artillery Brigade, Major (MAJ) McCrae, had spent seventeen days treating injured men - Canadians, British, Indians, French, and Germans - in the Ypres salient.

It had been an ordeal that he had hardly thought possible. MAJ McCrae later wrote of it:

"I wish I could embody on paper some of the varied sensations of that seventeen days .... Seventeen days of Hades! At the end of the first day if anyone had told us we had to spend seventeen days there, we would have folded our hands and said it could not have been done"(1).

One death particularly affected MAJ McCrae. A young friend and former student, Lieutenant Alexis Helmer of Ottawa, had been killed by a shell burst on 2 May, 1915. LT Helmer was buried later that day in the little cemetery outside McCrae's dressing station, and McCrae had performed the funeral ceremony in the absence of the chaplain.

The next day, sitting on the back of an ambulance parked near the dressing station beside the Canal de l'Yser, just a few hundred yards north of Ypres, McCrae vented his anguish by composing a poem. The major was no stranger to writing, having authored several medical texts besides dabbling in poetry.

In Flanders Fields

The poem, known as ‘In Flanders Fields', describes the poppies that marked the graves of soldiers killed fighting for their country. From where he sat, McCrae could see the wild poppies that sprang up in the ditches in that part of Europe, and he spent twenty minutes of precious rest time scribbling fifteen lines of verse in a notebook (2).

A young soldier watched him write it (on May 3, 1915 after the battle at Ypres). Cyril Allinson, a twenty-two year old sergeant major, was delivering mail that day. The major looked up as Allinson approached, then went on writing while the sergeant major stood there quietly.

"His face was very tired but calm as we wrote," Allinson recalled. "He looked around from time to time, his eyes straying to Helmer's grave." When he finished five minutes later, he took his mail from Allinson and, without saying a word, handed him his pad.

Allinson was moved by what he read: “The poem was an exact description of the scene in front of us both. The word blow was not used in the first line though it was used later when the poem later appeared in Punch. But it was used in the second last line. He used the word blow in that line because the poppies actually were being blown that morning by a gentle east wind. It never occurred to me at that time that it would ever be published. It seemed to me just an exact description of the scene” (3).

In fact, it was very nearly not published. Dissatisfied with it, McCrae tossed the poem away. But a fellow officer - either LTCOL Edward Morrison, the former Ottawa newspaper editor who commanded the 1st Brigade of artillery (4), or LTCOL J.M. Elder (5), depending on which source is consulted - retrieved it and sent it to newspapers in England. It was rejected by ‘The Spectator' in London, but published by ‘Punch' on 8 December 1915.

Colonel (COL) McCrae was wounded in May 1918 and taken to one of the big hospitals on the coast of France. On the third evening he was wheeled to the balcony of his room to overlook the sea towards the cliffs of Dover. The verses were obviously in his mind, for he said to the doctor, "Tell them, if ye break faith with us who die we shall not sleep." That same night, COL McCrae died.

Each Remembrance Day the British Legion lays a wreath on his grave - a tribute to a great man whose thoughts were always for others.

McCrae's ‘In Flanders Fields' remains one of the most memorable war poems ever written. It is a lasting legacy of the terrible battle in the Ypres salient in the spring of 1915.