A day of quiet reflection.
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In Flanders Fields.
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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 you break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.
Two minutes silence please, At 11 am stand and remember those fateful days now seemingly so long ago.
God Bless and keep reading.
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Thanks for the cameo. We laid the wreaths this morning on the beach at Goring by Sea Susses Wind Gale force 3 and rain and spray. Never the less the hardy people came to this Canadian Memorial. Lest we forget