When I was a 17-year-old high school graduate, I joined the Canadian Military. I learned everything from administration to guns and tanks, but the most important thing I took away was comradeship, respect and appreciation. It was peacetime and doing my bit seemed like the right thing to do as I was raised by parents who […]
I remember wearing a poppy. A bright red, careful-not-to-pin-your-finger, poppy, that I displayed proudly on my winter jacket every year. I remember everyone wore a poppy. I remember sitting numb-bottomed in school assembly, wearing my poppy that I’d transferred from my coat to my chemise, while old gentlemen spoke of a war I didn’t understand. […]
Author Bennett R. Coles reminds us that we can all do our part to bring hope to the world.
Written in 1915, this simple and short poem still evokes memory, heartbreak and honour
Once I saw the hole a bullet made in the human body. He was a Vietnam veteran and he told me I could touch it, stick my finger in the scar-tissued tunnel it left beneath his rib. Forty one years later I still remember my panic…