And so we come to May 3, 1915 and John McCrae is seated in the back of an ambulance at his dressing station not far from the Essex Farm Cemetery where his friend lay. The dressing station was just a series of holes dug into the canal bank. It was not until after McCrae was there in the spring of 1915 that the concrete bunkers were built. The wild poppies that grew in the ditches of that part of Europe caught his attention and he took but twenty minutes to scribble fifteen lines of verse. At the time, a young soldier, Cyril Allinson, was delivering mail. Allinson later recalled


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