Remembrance

by Steven

In Flanders Fields

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, saw dawn, felt sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up your 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.

by Doctor Major John McCrae

In a lonely wood in a far off land, lay the finest of Canada’s sons ‘neath hallowed ground….and in the morning, we will remember them.

(Adegem Cemetery, Belgium)
(1155 casualties of the Battles of Leopold Canal and Scheldt)

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