SAR Roll of Honour

SAR Roll of Honour 1940-1945

Capt. K.E. Perrin

Lieut. J.M. Guyot

Lieut. K.W. Little

Lieut. R.C. Smith

Capt. A.C. Scrimger

Lieut. G. McD. Johnston

Lieut. I.J. Reed

Lieut. W.H. Young

Lieut. R.C. Burns

Lieut. W. Kennedy

Lieut. J.M. Roberts

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

In Flanders Fields

In Flanders fields 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 amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago

We lived, saw dawn, felt sunset glow,

Loved, and were loved, and now we lie

In Flanders fields.

Take up your 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.

SOLITUDE

by Sonja Crawford

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.

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