ROLL OF HONOUR SOUTH ALBERTA REGIMENT 1940 - 1945 |
In Flanders Fields In Flanders fields the poppies blow Take up your quarrel with the foe:
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Capt. K.E. Perrin Lieut. J.M. Guyot Lieut. K.W. Little Lieut. R.C. Smith
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Capt. A.C. Scrimger Lieut. G. McD. Johnston Lieut. I.J. Reed Lieut. W.H. Young
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Lieut. R.C. Burns Lieut. W. Kennedy Lieut. J.M. Roberts
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Sgt. A. Bell Sgt. T. Donald L/Sgt. G. J.H. Hussey L/Sgt. T.E. Palfenier Cpl. H. D. McFadden Cpl. G.W. Tourond
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Sgt. F.W. Clark Sgt. E.W. Fortin L/Sgt. H.B. Jacobson Cpl. E.E. Ely Cpl. J.G. McRae L/Cpl. L.J. Golby
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Arm/Sgt.R.R. Cote (RCEME att) Sgt. J.S. Wagner L/Sgt. M.J. Nickel Cpl. E.E. Gendron Cpl. F.B. Moan L/Cpl. R.H. Goodyer
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Tpr. A.R. Allen Tpr. J.F. Bartlett Tpr. M.E. Bergquist Tpr. W.B. Carr Tpr. L.A. Corner Tpr. M.A. Danielson Tpr. E.V. Easton Tpr. J.M. Foster Tpr. A.J. Gee Tpr. W.L. Hinson Tpr. T.O. Lafoy Tpr. C.W. Lorensen Tpr. J.A. Maclnnis Tpr. J.A. McDonell Tpr. K.F. Merritt Pte. F.J. Mullan Tpr. G.W. Noble Tpr. W.F. Pachal Tpr. A.J. Robertson Pte. J.V. Seidler Tpr. H.G. Walker Tpr. L.A. Woods
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Tpr. H.H. Amey Tpr. A.E. Bateman Tpr. C.E. Brewer Tpr. J.C. Carragher Tpr. L.L. Craig Tpr. A. Devreker (MM) Tpr. E.G. Edwards Tpr. E.M. Foster Tpr. G.F. Hamm Tpr. D. Hoare Tpr. L. Laprade Tpr. D.A. Low Tpr. G. McCaffrey Tpr. D.S.C. Mclntyre Pte. S. Milan Tpr. G.W. Mungall Tpr. D. Ouellette Tpr. C.L. Quinnel Tpr. K. Rowe Tpr. J.C. Stone Tpr. H.W. Walton Tpr. W. St.C. Zwicker
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Tpr. W.H. Andrew Tpr. F.C. Belsey Tpr. V.L. Carpenter Tpr. D. Colwell Tpr. N.R. Craig Tpr. A. Dutka Tpr. L.A. Evans Tpr. E.O. Frankson Tpr. D.E. Harper Tpr. W.N. Homer Tpr. W. Laughton Tpr. P.J. Lynch Tpr. G.A. McDonald Tpr. F.R. McKee Pte. H. Moreau Tpr. H.W. Neff Tpr. E.M. Owen Tpr. G.A. Scott Tpr. V.E. Storvik Tpr.K.J.C.Wickstrom
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Privates Milan, Moreau, Mullen and Seidler died prior to the departure of the SAR to Europe
At the going down of the sun, and in the morning, we will remember them.
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SOLITUDE Shadows gather in the growing dim, Clouds rise to greet the moon Solitude brings thoughts of him-
Earth and sea move as one in his stride- Grace is redefined. As waves sounding on the beach His heart keeps rhythm with his mind. The stillness of a thousand graves Marks him as he stands- A solitude no man can reach Belies the power he commands. Strength is redefined.
Yet still the the wind can move his hair The sun can blind his sight A mortal man - he fights his demons in the night. No matter how long or hard the journey Nor how rough the ride- Laughter still finds a place within his eyes to hide.
Shadows break in the growing light, The stars begin to dim. Sleep brings dreams of him. Sonja Crawford
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Thursday February 07, 2013
UP DATED 07-02-2013