Coming into the Memorial Chamber, this carving stands over the entrance, a nod to animals etched into the stone.
Through the short passage inside, looking up, this is the arch above the entrance within the room
I mentioned last time about inscriptions of poetry carved onto the walls of the room. This is one such example.
While this is another: John McCrae's immortal poem In Flanders Fields.
Higher up on the walls are stained glass windows letting in light below.
It is a solemn space, sacred ground, really. I always feel humbled being here, seeing the names of those men in these display cases.