Keep the peace in peace.
Wednesday/10 November 2010
My Dad
landed on Juno Beach, Normandy, 6 days after D-Day, a signaler with
an infantry regiment. He stayed on the front until the last day of
the war. He came back hating war. He didn't go for anything that
portrayed war as anything but crappy. He avoided the back-slapping
displays amongst even vets, though he understood them. He was
decorated. Said the army gave it to him for brushing his teeth
every day. He taught us that the poppy was a symbol of remembrance
of what war really is, as well as remembrance of the war
dead.
My Mother saw the war as a nurse in a veterans hospital in Canada, nursing the young men who were sent there from the war. She taught us this: "No one wins a war."
My friend Ric, a veteran of the Vietnam War is much the same as my folks. He hates war too. He says. "Keep the peace in peace."
This is a poppy my Dad sent to my Mom. He picked it in a field in which Canadians died.
My Mother saw the war as a nurse in a veterans hospital in Canada, nursing the young men who were sent there from the war. She taught us this: "No one wins a war."
My friend Ric, a veteran of the Vietnam War is much the same as my folks. He hates war too. He says. "Keep the peace in peace."
This is a poppy my Dad sent to my Mom. He picked it in a field in which Canadians died.
