Ninety years ago tomorrow, the Armistice was signed which ended the First World War. Every year since that day, on the 11th hour of 11th day of the 11th month, we pause to remember the sacrifices made by those who fought that war, and all wars since. As I’ll be in a meeting at that time, I’ll be pausing on Atlantic Time, rather than Eastern Standard.
Above is a photo of my great Uncle Waldron, who served in the North Nova Highlanders during the Second World War. He went on to become an RCMP officer and an MLA for Prince Edward Island.
Another uncle, Hector, fought and died in the First World War as part of the Canadian infantry (Quebec batallion). He is buried in Ypres at the Menin Gate Memorial. He was 15 years old. His father fudged his age as he was anxious to have his sons fight for King and country. There is a long line of Camerons in my family, all soldiers, going back to the days of Bonnie Prince Charlie.
Other than that conversation between Emily and Lloyd about white poppies, I know this is not even remotely connected to Corrie but I figure us Corrie Canuckistanis are a traditionally-minded lot so I hope nobody minds if I did a Remembrance Day post.