On November 11, 1918 hostilities ceased, marking the end of “the Great War” … World War I. November 11th was chosen as the day we should all remember those who served, so that our way of life could be maintained.
Today we remember not only those men and women who lost their lives or were injured in two world wars, in Canada Remembrance Day remembers “the men and women who have served, and continue to serve our country during times of war, conflict and peace”.
This year in Canada we are extra sensitive to the sacrifices made by our service men and women. The death of Corporal Cirillo while standing ceremonial guard at the cenotaph in Ottawa, and Warrant Officer Patrice Vincent who was killed by a terrorist in a car, were stark reminders that terror can strike at any time.
The day has a special significance for anyone who have served in the forces. I spent seven years in the Royal Navy, but never had to experience the terror of war. However, most people who have spent some time in the military will have an understanding and sympathy for those who did fight. It is not soldiers or their Generals and Admirals that start or cause wars … that would be politicians and other leaders of nations. Remembrance Day is to remember the sacrifices of those who fought, and I like to think that we live in a far better world because of what our fathers and grandfathers did.
My dad fought in the Second World War. He was a tank gunner who “joined up” in 1939 at the age of 18 and left the army in 1945 after the war had finished. My dad wasn’t killed (or I would not be writing this) but he represents a generation whose lives were changed by war.
Only those who have done it can know what it is like to go into battle … can you imagine what it might be like to know you could be killed at any moment? My dad was in a tin can called a Sherman tank which was severely limited in the armor it carried … and a direct hit, even on its best armor could kill everyone inside with the shock. When they faced the German Panzers they were out matched in size, armor, range and gun size … imagine a middleweight wrestler taking on a Sumo wrestler!
He was trained for desert warfare, saw action in the Middle East and hot countries like Italy yet he was also sent to the jungles of Burma (today known as Myanmar) and my dad had opinions on that move! My dad didn’t give a lot of details about the war … he liked to tell the stories of when he and his buddies got into trouble, which apparently was not rare and resulted in a demotion or two! The following however is an indication of a part of my dad’s war, an excerpt I found about the history of the 7th Queen’s Own Hussars (the tank regiment my dad served in).
In 1942, the Regiment was sent to Burma where it covered the long retreat to India. Fierce fighting along the jungle tracks took a terrible toll, but the Regiment never failed to do all that was asked of it. and fought tooth and nail to save the Army. General Alexander said of the 7th Hussars – “Without them we should never have got the Army out of Burma ; no praise can be too high for them”.
My dad and I are not the only members of family with a military connection. My Uncle Davy was a boy sailor on the HMS Exeter in the Second World War. The Exeter was sunk in the Java Sea in 1942, and he was captured by Japanese forces and held as a prisoner until the war ended in 1945. We have all seen the movies about conditions in those camps and the stories I was told of his captivity were horrific … can you imagine the affect on that 17 year old boy?
My dad was young when he died, just 56 years old and my Uncle Davy was only 47 years old when he passed away. I can’t say they died young because of their war experiences but I can say their lives were changed by those experiences, and it would surprise me if their life expectancy were not affected. They both missed the formative years of their early careers, and certainly my dad did not get the chance to pursue the career he wanted. They both lost friends during the war, and the psychological scars that brought, and they both saw the absolute terror of battle … which has to change a person. Uncle Davy suffered terribly in that camp and spent many months recovering in an Australian hospital after the war, again I found a description of conditions at the camp he was held in Macassar. He was never the same.
These are the reasons why I buy poppies and remember the soldiers, sailors and airmen together with their families who have all sacrificed … and they should never be forgotten.
I will wear my poppy … and I will remember!
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
— Lt.-Col. John McCrae (1872 – 1918)
Kevin Dee is CEO of Eagle (a Professional Staffing Company)
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