The Eleventh of the Eleventh of the Eleventh

Today, 90 years after the Allies and Germany signed an armistice to bring an end to WW I, President George W. Bush will preside over his last Veterans Day as Commander in Chief. During President Bush's command almost 5000 American soldiers have lost their lives fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan and over 45,000 have been wounded.

The horrors of World War I inspired Lt. Colonel John McCrae, a Canadian surgeon on the front lines of France, to write what is now viewed as one of the world's most famous war poems:

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.

Today, I wonder what poetry, music, or film will be remembered in 2098 as best capturing the folly Bush's Iraq War?