Canadians in a front line trench during the First World War, February 1918.(National Archives of Canada PA 2468)
Funeral service for Canadians at Bramshott during the First World War.(National Archives of Canada PA 4850)
A Canadian soldier kneels at grave of fallen comrade in the United Nations Cemetery, Korea, April 1951. (National Archives of Canada PA 128813)
In Flanders Fields
written in 1915 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.
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