This page is dedicated to and in remembrance of all the men and women who have served their countries in times of war and of peace. We, who enjoy the safety and freedoms you so valiantly, fought to maintain, appreciate all that you have done.
To the families of those who fought and never returned, I am so sorry for your losses and sincerely hope that there is some comfort in knowing that your loved ones died in a righteous fight to maintain democracy, freedom and our way of life. I thank you all for your sacrifices.
I am both honoured and proud to pay tribute here to the dedicated service of my father-in-law, Lance Corporal Curtis J. Syvret and to his comrades, who served with the Royal Canadian Engineers from 1942 – 1946. L.C. Syvret was stationed in Italy, Holland, France, and Great Britain. Upon his return to Canada, he continued to serve our nation for an additional year, when he entered the Montreal Provo Corps. (Known as the Royal Military Police). During his distinguished military service, he was awarded; The Italy Star, The France and Germany Star, The 1939 - 1945 Star, The War Medal (1939 -1945) and The Voluntary Service Medal. Recently, he was bestowed the Netherlands Medal which he was proud to accept.
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.
They shall not grow 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,
"War drew us from our homeland In the sunlit springtime of our youth. Those who did not come back alive remain in perpetual springtime -- forever young --
When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night, And pay no worship to the garish sun. --
I have fought a good fight I have finished my course I have kept the faith. -- Timothy 2:4:7
Alone and far removed from earthly care The noble ruins of men lie buried here. You were strong men, good men Endowed with youth and much the will to live I hear no protest from the mute lips of the dead. They rest; there is no more to give. So long my comrades, Sleep ye where you fell upon the field. But tread softly please March o'er my heart with ease March on and on, But to God alone we kneel.
Washington, November 21, 1864
To Mrs. Bixby, Boston, Mass.
Yours very sincerely and respectfully,
Sleep, comrades, sleep and rest On this Field of the Grounded Arms, Where foes no more molest, Nor sentrys shot alarms!
Ye have slept on the ground before, And started to your feet At the cannons sudden roar, Or the drums redoubling beat.
But in this camp of Death No sound your slumber breaks; Here is no fevered breath, No wound that bleeds and aches.
All is repose and peace, Untrampled lies the sod; The shouts of battle cease, It is the Truce of God!
Rest, comrades, rest and sleep! The thoughts of men shall be As sentinels to keep Your rest from danger free.
Your silent tents of green We deck with fragrant flowers Yours has the suffering been, The memory shall be ours.
Thank you to all who contributed graphics to this section in remembrance.