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Living on the “wet” coast, Remembrance Day in Port McNeill is more often than not drizzly, cold and grey. Seems appropriate somehow.  Most war movies include scenes of tanks and trucks bogged down in mud, soldiers wet and cold in foxholes. It’s the least I can do to stand at the cenotaph for an hour in the rain to honour the brave souls who fought.


The number of veterans in our Remembrance Day parade gets smaller every year. It makes me teary to see men and women marching wearing medals, badges and insignia they earned at such a high price.  The vets that march in our parade now are ones who served in more recent conflicts like Afghanistan.

Years ago I started asking family members how war touched their lives.  Because he was born with only one arm, my Grandpa Collings couldn’t join the regular forces in England during WWII.  Instead he was active in the Home Guard spending evenings driving through the countryside to enforce blackout conditions.  My father remembers there was a shed on their farm full of dynamite and ammunition in case it because necessary to fight.  Fields on the family farm were pocked with shell craters.  The village school was bombed and completely destroyed.  Everyone knew the importance of diving under the beds during air raids.  That’s my Dad lower left…a little boy living in a country under attack.


My great-uncle John was in the Royal Tank Corps.  That’s the unit recovering tanks from the battlefields.  When I visited England in the early 80’s he gave me a pin that he reckoned came from an Egyptian soldier’s hat. And I’ve always wondered…was the soldier killed on the battlefield?  My happy ending self wants to believe he simply lost his hat.

Leaving family and friends behind in small village England, my great-aunt Dorothy boarded a ship headed to Detroit Michigan to start a new life with her American GI. One of the thousands of war brides.  Not knowing that some day both her sons and a son-in-law would be drafted into the Vietnam War.  Two saw combat.  One was shot while flying in a helicopter.  All three came home forever changed.

My mother & father-in-law met while serving in the Canadian Air Force just after WWII.  Doug was a pilot, flying fighter aircraft during the Cold War.  A different time, Buddy had to quit when they got married. Stationed all across Canada, France & Germany.  My husband remembers whispered talk of the Cold War, nuclear bombs and Russia.

Another generation now wears a uniform…our nephew Stewart right now as a Corporal in the Canadian military.  A journeyman power engineer on a base in Quebec.  We know what he agreed to when he signed up and my prayer is…well…you know what the prayer is.

I think of myself as anti-war but pro-military.  This proud Canadian wears a poppy, will stand at the Cenotaph on Friday and then go to the Royal Canadian Legion Branch 281 afterwards to shake hands with veterans and thank them from the bottom of my heart for their service.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
We will remember them.

Robert Laurence Binyon


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