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Colin
Ditto. I heard today that they are restoring the gateway to Memorial park that was built in the 1920’s to remember the veterans of the first World War. I grew up and lived a few houses away from those gates on Hall and Ypres.
VP
Thank you Andrew for this posting on this special day.
Shawn
In Flanders’ Fields (1915)
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
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.
Ditto. I heard today that they are restoring the gateway to Memorial park that was built in the 1920’s to remember the veterans of the first World War. I grew up and lived a few houses away from those gates on Hall and Ypres.
Thank you Andrew for this posting on this special day.
In Flanders’ Fields (1915)
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
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.