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
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