To the editor;
which pinned this poppy on my chest.
Huddling together in sodden trenches; hands aching from impulsive fist clenches; inhaling death’s unforgettable stenches: Canadians I never met, to whom I owe a debt, lest l forget.
Lloyd Atkins
Vernon, B.C.
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