Taken at the old cemetery in Wetaskiwin... A day to remember as this was special to many....My dad and his brother went to war... My mother lost her brother who was shot down over Germany... Yes, I will be attending the service today... As long as my dad was in good health he walked in the parade with his comrades, head held high....This day is special and brings back many memories...

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.

For The Fallen
They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.