Tomorrow is Remembrance Day. It was at 11am on the 11th day of the 11th month in 1918 that the guns fell silent and World War I ended. I’m sure something extra special will be planned on the 100th anniversary next year but tomorrow we will be at SaskTel Centre that will have its usual crowd gathered to respect the memory of those who served and fell in the Great War as well as WW II, the Korean War and the more modern conflicts involving Canadian armed forces.
Growing up on military bases across Canada and in Europe when my dad was in the Royal Canadian Air Force gave me a special affection for the men and women in uniform who serve and protect our country and our democracy. The ranks of the WW II veterans are getting pretty thin. My dad is 95 and, while his mind is good and he still drives, he’s no longer up to donning his uniform to stand and march in the parade. He was 19 when he went overseas to England in 1941 and when I look at pictures of him and his buddies from that time standing there in their uniforms I think that, with all due respect, today’s 19 year-olds here in Saskatchewan have no idea what it must have been like for a Canadian kid from the prairies to travel overseas to fight the Germans. If you see a veteran from those times be sure and say thank you for doing his or her part to preserve our way of life. Lest we forget.