Keith Cole
Jane's grandfather drove a tank in World War II and defied the odds during the Normandy invasions on D-Day in 1944. Noble service and sacrifice notwithstanding, one cannot help but boggle at the odds that these two brave men (among a host of others) survived war to beget our parents, and in turn, enable Jane and I to even exist. Fate is both fickle and fragile.
Al Larose
I visited the War Memorial in Ottawa for the first time last summer, sadly the site of the recent tragic events surrounding the senseless murder of Corporal Nathan Cirillo, as he stood guard at the monument. Cold stone and stark sculpture evoke remembrance and elicit gratitude. Please take a moment this Tuesday to remember those who serve - past, present, or future - family, friend, or foe.
War Memorial in Ottawa
Tomb of the Unknown Soldier
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I like you talked about fate being fickle...how very true. I've studied WWII most of my adult life and ironically just Saturday finished watching the Blu-ray series about in color. Really puts emphatic reality on the war versus the old black and white reels. How wonderful on the family histories for both you and Jane. I would have loved to hear both of their stories. Great post :)
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