• Life,  Philosophy

    Lest We Forget

    by November 11th is Remembrance Day in Canada, and throughout most of the British Commonwealth. The UK itself has an additional observance on the Sunday closest to the 11th to make it easier for people to attend a ceremony. I’ve made a big deal in the past about how Remembrance Day provides meaning and support to any and every other holiday in the calendar, about how whole generations fought and bled and died to ensure the continuance of society as we’ve grown to know it. My father was born in an occupied country. My mother’s father and several uncles went overseas during World War II. She had a grandfather who…

  • Life

    D-Day Plus 70 Years

    by Today is June 6, 2014. Close your eyes and step back seventy years as one hundred fifty thousand soldiers spill out of boats and charge the German fortifications at Normandy. They ultimately break through and begin the fall of the Third Reich, but at a frightening cost in death and blood. In Copenhagen, far, far behind the new front line, my grandmother is seven months pregnant with my father. The war won’t be over when he’s born, the youngest of seven children, but the end will be in sight, though very few realize it yet. His family emigrates to Canada in 1956. In 1966, while attending RMC, he meets…