In Flanders Fields…
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
John McCrae
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.
While Carl was regaling us with the history of the Essex Farm he received a call about his father… who’s health had taken a sharp turn for the worse… In one breath Carl told us his dad was dying, and in the next he continued on about how great Canada is… as a Troop, we told Carl to go home, and we return to Ypres to take care of ourselves for the evening. Family first! Carl is “one of us” and we take care of our own 🙂
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