Remembrance Day 2026
11:00 Hours 11th November 2026
The Guelph Amateur Radio Club starts it's annual
special event amateur radio station in honor of John McCrae.
We will be operating the radio's from a special place
as well.
Mike VE3FE will host the event starting at 11:00 am
For many years this day was celebrated by the late Linda
VE3CZ
Attached John MaCrae's story and the poem below.
"In Flanders Fields" is a war poem in the form of a rondeau,
written during the First World War by Canadian physician
Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae. He was inspired to write
it on May 3, 1915, after presiding over the funeral of
friend and fellow soldier Lieutenant Alexis Helmer, who
died in the Second Battle of Ypres. According to
legend, fellow soldiers retrieved the poem after
McCrae, initially dissatisfied with his work, discarded it.
"In Flanders Fields" was first published on December
8 of that year in the London magazine Punch.
It is one of the most popular and most quoted poems
from the war. As a result of its immediate popularity,
parts of the poem were used in propaganda efforts and
appeals to recruit soldiers and raise money selling war
bonds. Its references to the red poppies that grew over
the graves of fallen soldiers resulted in the remembrance
poppy becoming one of the world's most recognized
memorial symbols for soldiers who have died in conflict.
The poem and poppy are prominent Remembrance Day symbols
throughout the Commonwealth of Nations, particularly in
Canada, where "In Flanders Fields" is one of the
nation's best-known literary works. The poem is
also widely known in the United States, where it is associated
with Memorial Day.
In Flanders Fields;
The Poem
In Flanders fields the poppies
grow
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