She told me all the things I needed to know and hear. A dying man needed to know he’d be remembered.
It was interesting and yet somehow somewhat melancholy to realize that Natalie was military and her job was taking her overseas, taking her away from her young children and husband, family and friends. Then it kind of hits you as to what kind of a sacrifice she is making for our country.
Save history one story at a time. November is a good time to start a family tradition of capturing and preserving family memories. The author uses examples from her own family. Encourage your children and everyone in your family to write annual or semi-annual autobiographies. Record older family members.
Watching my 20-year-old son step onto the firing platform of a Canadian trench that extended to within whispering distance of heavily fortified German trenches on Vimy Ridge, France, my heart sank knowing that the young sons of Canadian and German families 96 years before had done the same never to return home from the First World War.
The argument can be made that the Second World War actually began at 7:00 A.M. on November 8, 1918 when German and French officers faced one another in a railroad car in the mist shrouded forest of Compigène to negotiate an armistice. Others mark the date as September 1, 1939, at 10:00 A.M. the day Poland was invaded and France declared war on Germany.
On a day where we are to celebrate those who have fought for our freedom, will you take that moment of silence at 11 a.m.? Will you go slow – or to be precise, stop – for just sixty seconds?
Guest Author Steve B. Davis writes a letter to his grandfather. A Remembrance Day tribute to him and all the others that served our country so unselfishly.
Melinda Cochrane asks … are we remembering?
He was just a boy, all of twenty-one. Then the morning came, his number turned, mail out by the ton. Said we need you boy, country’s on the run. Spoke his last goodbye’s, now the time had come …
While standing at the base of The Brooding Soldier in St. Julien, I had tears in my eyes and was filled with mixed emotions.