Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae 1872 - 1918

My journey began at McCrae's birth home in Guelph, Ontario Canada and now to his burial site at theWimereux Communal Cemetery in France.

Growing up from childhood and listening to the poem In Flanders Fields, to serving my time in military, it's nothing short of a privilege and an honour to be standing here at his final resting place.

In Flanders Fields
    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.