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Rememberance Day – We remember Thomas Horace Lunnin



THOMAS HORACE LUNNIN

Canadian Pilot Officer (Air Gnr.) Royal Canadian Air Force 50 (R.A.F.) Sqdn. Age: 19 Date of Death: 19/07/1944 Service No: J/90304

http://www.inmemories.com/Cemeteries/robertmagny.htm
http://www.inmemories.com/Cemeteries/robertmagny.htm

http://www.veterans.gc.ca/eng/remembrance/memorials/canadian-virtual-war-memorial/detail/2346582

Page 369 from the Book of Second World War – Books of Remembrance

http://www.veterans.gc.ca/eng/remembrance/memorials/books/page?page=369&book=2&sort=pageAsc

CWGC -Casualty Details Thomas Horace Lunnin

http://www4.rncan.gc.ca/search-place-names/unique/0c2b8f5f849c20c3c0206bef967e5868

Lunnin Lake in Saskatchewan – Named in Memory Thomas Horace Lunnin

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Information no the No. 50 Squadron Royal Air Force

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/No._50_Squadron_RAF

Information on Bomber Command No 50 Squadron

http://www.raf.mod.uk/history/bombercommandno50squadron.cfm

Information on the Hawker Hind-  I believe this is the aircraft he felow 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hawker_Hind

The War Maps on the last 2 days of Thomas Horace Lunnin final mission July 19th and July 20th 1944

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Events can be found on the WW2 Database timeline.

http://ww2db.com/event/timeline/1944/

Thank you to anyone serving for our freedom.

2 Years ago during our summer vacation we visited Canada Bomber Command Memorial  (formerly the Nanton Lancaster Air Museum)

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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

John McCrae