It isn’t a medal or order,

It carries no ribbon or braid;

But a token still

As on Calvary’s Hill

Of the greater sacrifice made.

It stands as a lonely sentinel,

O’er the place where a hero sleeps;

‘Neath a lowly mount

In the shell-swept ground

Near the battered walls of Ypres.

It bears a simple legend

Yet a tale of lasting glory:

“Her lies a British Soldier

Pro patria mori.”

Harry MacKeen, Peter Moreira's grandfather, (pictured at the left above), wrote this poem on the Ypres battlefield in September 1917.