Created 7-Aug-07
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In Flanders Fields
By John McCrae
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. 
A Trench in the BattlefieldThis is the Canadian War Memorial in Saint Julian and was the site of the first gas attack.Around the perimeter of the memorial are arrows pointing to the various battle fieldsand this is where my Father fought in the Princess Patricias Canadian Light Infantrythis is the plaque on the memorial.