My Dad. Landed at Juno, severely wounded by shrapnel several weeks into the Normandy campaign. Not a hero. Just a common soldier.
A sense of the sacrifice was passed down to my generation first hand.
Many had parents or knew friend’s parents, or had granddads, uncles and cousins who served in WW I, WW II and Korea.
My Godfather lost a hand in WW I. He always gave me a buck on my birthday. You don’t forget that.
I only had to look at the scars on Dad’s body and his deformed leg.
Today our armed forces can’t meet recruiting goals.
The succeeding generations of the people who sacrificed lives, bodies and minds in our defense no longer desire to join Canada’s military.
What can you say when our Prime Minister goes on vacay for Remembrance Day and hangs out with drag queens.
