Yesterday my son and I went for a drive. A drive in our family has been a constant and the path is pretty worn. Worn into our mememories, our history, like our favourite pair of sneakers.
It was Remembrance day and I recounted our families involvement with the war. It wasn’t the first time the stories have been told and we joked about that. I told the stories on purpose with purpose. My kids are in thier 20’s and 30’s and are the only link between my parent’s generation and the ones currently being born. If we don’t share those personal stories, if we don’t recognize the importance of Remembrance Day, it becomes just another thing that happened a long time ago.
I have family that have done Tours of Duty in the Gulf war as well. We pondered the use of the word “Tour” seems a poor choice. A tour makes you think of something enjoyable, but I suppose adding the, “of Duty” you realize the severity.
Both of my Great Grandfathers served in WWII. One of them lied to enlist, he was 15, he was a machine gun runner and he survived Normandy. Remembering War times is not only about those that served, all people that lived during that time were impacted. All Veterans deserve our utmost respect for thier sacrifices to keep us safe.
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