The Field of Crosses
The Field of Crosses is an annual display of white crosses on Memorial Drive in Calgary, Alberta. The display memorializes the thousands of Southern Albertans who made the ultimate sacrifice for our country. Over 3400 crosses are erected in the memorial park from November 1 – 11 to signify the ultimate sacrifice so many made fighting for the freedoms we enjoy today. 2018 marked the 10th anniversary of the Field of Crosses.
The Field of Crosses is the inspiration of Calgary businessman and philanthropist, Murray McCann. Travelling in Georgia, Murray was deeply moved by how the community of Menlo, Georgia, with a population of less than 500, was commemorating their fallen by erecting crosses by the roadside. He realized how fortunate he had been to live his life in freedom because of the thousands of Canadian who had given their lives to make that freedom possible.
Upon returning to Calgary he contacted his long time friend, George Bittman who headed up The Calgary Poppy Fund, with the idea of erecting a crosses as tribute to the thousands of Southern Albertans who fell his defending our freedom. The crosses would stand in military cemetery formation for the 11 days of The Calgary Poppy Fund Campaign as an annual visible reminder of those who gave up their lives. The McCann Family Foundation funds the project each year and has made a commitment to continue funding, assuring The Field of Crosses will be an annual event in Calgary. Unfortunately George Bittman passed away on December 3, 2011 in a tragic accident. He is greatly missed and his spirit will live on in this project.
The Canadian Army Veterans Ypres 3 CAV, along with a large group of volunteers assist in this extensive undertaking, including research, readying the crosses, preparing the 5 acres the display will cover, erecting the crosses, taking down the crosses and storing the crosses for next year, as well as organizing the daily events that take place at the Field of Crosses.
The soldier stood and faced God, which must always come to pass.
He hoped his shoes were shining just as brightly as his brass.
“Step forward now, you soldier, How shall I deal with you?
Have you always turned the other cheek? To my church have you been true?”
The soldier squared his shoulders and said, “No, Lord, I guess I ain’t because those of us who carry guns, can’t always be a saint.
I’ve had to work most Sundays and at times my talk was tough,
and sometimes I’ve been violent, because the world is awfully rough.
But, I never took a penny, that wasn’t mine to keep . . . .
though I worked a lot of overtime when the bills got just too steep.
And I never passed a cry for help though at times I shook with fear, and sometimes, God forgive me, I’ve wept unmanly tears.
I know I don’t deserve a place among the people here.
They never wanted me around, except to calm their fears.
If you’ve a place for me here, Lord, it needn’t be so grand.
I never expected or had too much but if you don’t, I understand.”
There was a silence all around the throne, where the saints had often trod, As the soldier waited quietly for the judgment of his God.
“Step forward now you soldier, you’ve borne your burdens well.
Walk peacefully on Heaven’s streets, you’ve done your time in Hell.”