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The Battle of Vimy Ridge

To All Who Gave Their Lives For Freedom!! Son of Arras was Vimy Ridge, Canadian front battleground, Diversion for the French Nivelle Defeat the German Sixth Army. Three thousand Five and ninety eight Saw not a sunset err again After their battle had been won As seven thousand wounded did. Divisions four of Canada, First time united, took the prize. On their twelfth day "the pimple" fell In April nineteen seventeen. Today in soils at Vimy Ridge The dead lie as in Flanders Fields. They feel no sun, they know no night, But Canada remembers them. W.C.Hull © 2009-8-7-765 (D)

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