Ypres Town Commonwealth War Graves Commission Cemetery and Extension

Ypres Town Commonwealth War Graves Commission Cemetery And Extension

Ypres Town Cemetery and Extension is a Commonwealth War Graves Commission burial ground for the dead of the First World War located in Ypres, Belgium, on the Western Front.

The cemetery grounds were assigned to the United Kingdom in perpetuity by King Albert I of Belgium in recognition of the sacrifices made by the British Empire in the defence and liberation of Belgium during the war.

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