Dear Mom and Dad,

Right now I’m In Flander’s Field. It’s Christmas Day , all is calm right now. We’re standing around the small fire. I feel peaceful, no shots are being fired when I look through my telescope over the trench. I saw a small red object moving. I went to check it out. It was a small red robin tangled in barb wire, but I freed the robin and it flew away. As I was walking away I heard the Germans start to sing Christmas carols. When I got to my trench we sang Christmas carols. The singing here reminds me of home and I really miss you guys and I hope I can make it home and this is a poem I wrote for you about my friends I have lost.

Love, John McCrae