Perfectly Imperfect

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.
-Lieutenant Colonel John Alexander McCrae Born, Guelph.Final resting place, Boulogne

May we never forget those from all wars/conflicts who gave their lives in service to our country and those that continue to serve and continue to let us live as a free people .

In deepest Gratitude to the Military of our country.