In Flanders Fields


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.


Written 100 years ago on 3rd May 1914 by John McCrae who was born in Ontario, 1872.

Flanders Fields 14-18 - The photo shows Major John McCrae with his adopted stray dog Bonneau in 1914.




This link will take you to the Canadian Virtual War memorial site:

Pte. Edward Henry Brophy

On Friday 24th March 2017, Owen, who leads the cemetery and park walks and who is a "Friend" of the RVH and I, had great pleasure in taking a group of Canadian students and their teachers from Ponoka Secondary Campus to the cemetery to remember 437824 Private Edward Henry BROPHY from the 2nd Bn. Canadian Infantry who died on the14th September 1916 age 21 on board H.S. Aberdonian on his way to Netley. They talked about Edward's life and held a two minute silence after which they placed a wreath, took a graphite rubbing of his headstone and filled a tiny bottle with earth from his grave. Earlier on in the day they had been to Brookwood cemetery to commemorate Canadian soldiers there and after their short visit to Netley, they were heading back to London for the night and catching the Eurostar on Saturday to go to France to commemorate those Canadians who died at Vimy Ridge.
It was a pleasure to meet them.

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