Today is a day for us to remember those who fought in the second world war and other wars and remember the many who died.
I was born in 1939, a few days after the war started. I have a few memories. We were close to an air training facility. As little kids we saw many airplanes fly over every day. It's surprising how many airmen lost their lives while training at that base.
My brother and I would listen to the news which was all about the Germans. We would turn to each other and say, "German, German, German". That was the height of our understanding of the war.
We helped Mom wrap parcels to send to our uncles.
At the end of the war we listened as ships were loaded with soldiers who were coming home and wondered if our uncles where on the ship.
So on this day of remembrance I share a few thoughts from a small child.
I had four uncles in the war. One was killed in a freak accident.
They were all brave in volunteering to fight for freedom.
An old vet friend I had would start talking about his experience in the war in September. He flew bombers . He didn't cover anything up. He told about picking up bodies. He was one of the few who told of his experiences. When he came back he was not in very good condition. His father suggested that he take up wood carving. His health improved and he made many wonderful carvings. He also helped to make memories for me.