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363 1917 31 Days 29 SATURDAY [363-2] December Feb 8th 1918 - Today is the first day I have been allowed to dress and sit up in a big chair - after four weeks in a room by myself - Was glad to be down again in a few minutes The Canadian nurse from Toronto (who has been tures around before, but not allowed to see me) - brought me "Canada in Khaki" from which I have copied the verse opposite - Her name M.J. Leonard. R.V. Military Hospital, Netley, Hamps 7550 wounded & such soldiers here Clipping from :Times" today re Lieut. Col. John MeRae- CAMC. Died of pneumonia in France Jan 28 After 2nd Battle of France Ypres he wrote In Flanders' Fields. In Flanders' Field 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 amidst 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 you break faith with us who die, we shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders' Fields.