Lest we forget

Today is Remembrance Day.  And while I strongly believe that we should be recognizing the sacrifices made by Canadian soldiers and their families on a daily basis, I realize that most of us take our liberties for granted. Remembrance Day forces us to pause for one minute and honor the brave men and women who fought (and continue to fight) for our freedom. 

My grandfather (who is no longer with us) and my grandfather-in-law (now a feisty 93 year old fella) both proudly served in WWII.  My grandfather drove a tank. A FREAKIN TANK!  He and the rest of his regiment plowed through France, basically destructing anything that showed even the slightest hint of German influence. My grandfather-in-law lived in cold, muddy trenches for almost 4 years.  I don’t like walking through a single puddle, and he willing sat in a giant one for 4 long years.  My grandfather was 18 when he made his way from Saskatoon to Toronto to enlist in the armed forces.  Let me repeat that, HE WAS 18!  Just a mere 5 years older than my precious Ty.  C’s grandfather was, I believe, a little older when he left his family and safe life in Canada for war torn Europe, but he was no older than 25!   

The horrors which they saw day in and day out are unimaginable.  In fact, neither man ever talked about their military careers.  They went to Europe, helped save the free world, came home and didn't looked back.  Never mind that they both survived their ordeals, the fact that they were able to be normal, functioning adults upon their return is absolutely incredible.   I know that neither men, and probably not a single veteran or soldier will read these words, and I realize that I don’t say it nearly often enough but THANK YOU!  We owe you big time!