War Poet.ca - A CFAP Project by Suzanne Steele


they were the greatest generation. raised in the Depression, they left home to fight the good fight. two of our elders among them. one in transport for the airforce, he was always rather ashamed and didn’t consider himself a real airman. he drove ambulances and had a good war in the Queen Charlottes as Haida Gwai was once named. he used to say his medal was awarded just for leaving his mother!

the other installed radar on the old Lanks. he was part of the cutting edge technology that accompanies war. and they’re both gone from us now.

how I’d love to be in Normandy today, but maybe not too. maybe it’s just for them to remember, and for us to be grateful.

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