Lest We Forget....

The man on the left is my grandfather…Joseph Thomas Butler. He fathered 11 children, rode a Harley Davidson, served in Gallipolli and sadly died before I was born. My son is named after him, because he was born so close to ANZAC Day.

I know he still watches over me
Lest we forget….

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.

by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, a Canadian artillery officer and military doctor