In Flanders Field

My mother told me many times of how it took my grandmother Jane Gartshore Smith years to get over the loss of her brother Robert who was born the same year as her. He was killed in action at Flanders in 1915. His name is on the memorial at Calais; Lance Corporal Robert G Smith, Black Watch Royal Highlanders.She left for Canada that year. It was one of the many things she couldn’t talk about. Robert is on the left in this picture with his brothers, James and Samuel.

Robert, James and Sam Smith. Glasgow 1914

Robert, James and Sam Smith. Glasgow 1914

To the many people who served in my family including two of my aunts, peace and gratefulness for your bravery. To all people who fight for what they believe in.

In Flanders Field

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.

John McCrae

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