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.

- John McCrae

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Remembering:

 Private Walter Daniel, Quebec Regiment 841200, 42nd Batallion, killed in France, interred Barlin Communal Cemetery, Pas de Calais, France, B: April 24, 1883 - D: February 23, 1918.

Major John Gillies Rennie, Canadian Black Watch (Royal Highland Regiment), BAOR, wounded in Germany, B: November 14, 1904 - D: February 13, 1952

Sergeant Reginald Walter Daniel, Canadian Black Watch (Royal Highland Regiment), wounded in France, B. September 6, 1914 - D: May 25, 1994