Last year on Remembrance Day my daughter asked me if we had anybody in our family who had fought in the war. My response?
“Ummmmm ya sure. Quiet, the ceremony is starting.”
Truth be told I felt really ashamed that I didn’t know what to tell her. I knew that both of my grandfathers had served but that was about it. No details, no dates, no stories of bravery. I made a promise to myself to be better educated this year.
World War I lasted just over four years. From July 1914 to November 1918. Both of my grandfathers were in their late teens. About the same age that my son is now. I can’t even imagine.
I can’t say that I really knew either or my grandfathers. My parents moved to Canada when they were in their twenties and eventually chose to settle in British Columbia. As a result…
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