Shells burst ...
right over their heads...
the noise was horrible!

Beneath them lie ...
so many brave men

Can we ever ask more?
Greater love hath no man . . .

They just went and served
and left the questions for those who didn't!

Fire rained down ...
upon their young bodies...
so MANY died!

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 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.

NATIONAL WAR MEMORIAL
Ottawa, Ontario