Killed In Action World War II

 Greater Gift Hath No Man 

Then To Lay Down His Life For A Friend 



                                                               Sgt. Davis, Charles William  RCAF  



                 AB Pike, George Douglas  RN                            OS Davis, Hebert Alston  RN



 Sgt. Clarke, Frederick Allen BA 59th  NFLD HR                  ACJ Clarke, Thomas Ezra RAF

Lest We Forget
Freedom Has A Price

They shall be remembered at the downing of the sun
  In hallowed fields they will remain, forever young.
                                                                                                  Roland L. Noel

Reply to Flanders Fields 
By: John Mitchell

Oh! Sleep in peace where poppies grow;
The torch your failing hands let go
Was caught by us; again held high,
A beacon light in Flanders sky
That dims the stars to those below
You are our dead, you held the foe
And ere the poppies cease to blow
We'll prove our faith in you who lie 
In Flanders fields.

Oh! rest in peace, we quickly go
To you who bravely died, and know
In other fields was heard the cry,
For freedom's cause, of you who lie,
So still asleep where poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

As in rumbling sound, to and fro,
The lightning flashes, sky aglow
The mighty host appears, and high
Above the din of battle cry,
Scarce heard amidst the guns below,
Are fearless hearts who fight the foe,
And guard the place where poppies grow,
Oh! sleep in peace, all who lie
In Flanders fields

And still the poppies gently blow
Between the crosses , row on row.
The larks, still bravely soaring high,
Are singing now their lullaby
To you who sleep where poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.


Another Reply To Flanders Fields
By: J. A. Armstrong

In Flanders Fields the cannon boom,
And fitful flashes light the gloom;
While up above, like eagles, fly
The fierce destroyers of the sky;
With stains the earth wherein you lie
Is redder than the poppy bloom,
In Flanders Fields.
Sleep on, ye brave! The the shrieking shell,
The quaking trench, the startling yell,
The fury of the battle hell
Shall wake you not, for all is well;
Sleep peacefully, for all is well.
Your flaming torch aloft we bare,
With burning heart and oath we swear
To keep the faith,  to fight it through ,
To crush the foe, or sleep with you,
In Flanders Fields.


Copyright 1999 by Roland L. Noel. All rights reserved. Revised: 23 Jul 2000 00:07:15 -0400