This year just keeps giving us new experiences, doesn’t it? This will be the first year as far back as I can remember that I have not attended a service at a local cenotaph to honour our soldiers.
I am the daughter of a Canadian serviceman. My father was a member of the RCAF and saw wartime service as a mechanic. He was stationed in England during the war. After the war, he returned to Canada, met my mother and married her. In 1960 he was being stationed overseas and at that time my mother became a Canadian citizen, giving up her American citizenship. Along with four children, they went to France for a 3 year posting. Once back in Canada my father was posted to Portage la Prairie, Manitoba. He had been quite badly injured when a canopy blew off a plane so for the next few years until his retirement he was behind a desk and then eventually worked as Postmaster at the cadet camp at Vernon, British Columbia. He did not like sharing stories of his wartime service but would spend hours telling us of the many planes he worked on and which were his favourites.
This Remembrance Day will see us attending services on line or by watching television.
We will honour those who have passed on, those who have served and those who are still serving in our own way.