Submitted by
Name: Mark Schiller
From: Delta BC
Name: Mark Schiller
From: Delta BC
Comments:
Our Dad served with the Calgary Highlanders and in 1944 landed in Normandy 1 month after D-Day. He fought all through France in Company 'D'. He was wounded August 29th 1944 struck by shrapnel at Foret de LaLonde. He was sent to England to recover.
Dad never talked about the war with the exception of an occasional funny story or when he was with another veteran and out of earshot of us kids.
The war had it affects...at least once or twice a year Dad would be shouting in his sleep loud enough to scare the c*** out of all in the house.
He past away in 1996 at 76 years old.
After all I have read in the CH war diariy and what I have heard from other vets I have the utmost respect for all those who wore the uniform then and those who wear the uniform today.
Bless them all...lest we forget.
Our Dad served with the Calgary Highlanders and in 1944 landed in Normandy 1 month after D-Day. He fought all through France in Company 'D'. He was wounded August 29th 1944 struck by shrapnel at Foret de LaLonde. He was sent to England to recover.
Dad never talked about the war with the exception of an occasional funny story or when he was with another veteran and out of earshot of us kids.
The war had it affects...at least once or twice a year Dad would be shouting in his sleep loud enough to scare the c*** out of all in the house.
He past away in 1996 at 76 years old.
After all I have read in the CH war diariy and what I have heard from other vets I have the utmost respect for all those who wore the uniform then and those who wear the uniform today.
Bless them all...lest we forget.
Added: November 9, 2006
Name: Ken Jenkins
From: Courtenay BC Vancouver Island
E-mail: kenjenkins@shaw.ca
Thanks for doing this brats, we all have backgrounds that bind us, we all have families that bind us, and most of all, we have Shilo that binds us, and a special thanks to Otter for creating this site that continues to bind us.
My Grandfather served with Infantry in the First World War, lost 3/4 of a leg and then raised a family as a lobster fisherman in Nova Scotia.
My father lied about his age to join the war effort at fifteen, and lost his youth in the war overseas which ended when he was 21.
My father died of cancer at 57, I turned 60, three weeks ago.
Thank You Grampa and Dad, I remember and understand your sacrifice to our generation, You Will Not Be Let Down!