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It's time to re-read John McCrae's beautiful poem.
My grandfather, Angus McSwain, fought at Gallipoli and in the mud, the blood and the guts of the Western Front. But he was not one of the fallen. He did not die in battle. His name is not on a stone memorial in a foreign land or at home. He was one of the 90,000 wounded and disabled who came home.