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| flanders poppy picked from my garden |
thinking of
my paternal grandfather whom i never met who served as a chemist in the field ambulance corps on the western front in france during world war 1..during the war he developed depression and he committed suicide when my father was three months old
remembering
my father who, during world war 2, piloted four of the six survivors of the sandakan march in borneo to safety
grateful for
the sacrifices made by the forces
