— Feature, Musings —11.11.2025 08:18 AM
Remember
Here’s my Dad, age 20, at officer cadet training in Summer ’52, front centre. He joined the armoured corps but the war ended before he could go. He always regretted that, but us, not so much.
We miss him every single day. God bless him and everyone who serves.
My dad remembers the war as an occupied Dutch kid. Every year we pay our respects to the fallen soldiers that liberated Europe. I’m personally obsessed with ww2, can’t stop reading about it – dad says we are sliding back to fascism and it scares and angers him.
Warren,
Thanks so much to all who served and defended this wonderful country. These are the most special of people, willing to die, if necessary, for Canada.
Thinking of Uncle Cliff (WWII), and the great-uncles Donald and Richard (WWI).