agreed on all accounts

i don’t want Jiggy, but I also don’t think Gustavsson can play 65-70 games this year.

My Great Grandmother passed away at 97 a few years back.

She had lived through by World Wars and the Halifax explosion. I can remember doing an interview with her for school about what she remembered and while not serving in the military you could tell it was still painful for her. Lots of lost friends and just the general feeling of dread that was everywhere.

I am truly thankful for those who came before, who put the lives of future generations before their own.

who served in the Army in WWII. He was in Japan. He never talked about it much. When he did (even in the letters he wrote home at the time) he only talked about the “light and fun” stuff, like trading his ration of cigarettes for candy or money, or how the “girls there weren’t as pretty as the ones back home” —stuff like that.

I wish that before he died, we had done some sort of a recording of all the stories he had. ANd I thank him

My grandfather served on a Minesweeper in the pacific. Luckily, he survived long enough for me to meet him. Unfortunately, he died when I was about three, “before I was old enough to even know what war was.” Here’s to you, Art.
  
In not-related-to-me memories, a philosophy professor in college grew up in a rural mountain village in Nazi Germany. When Nazis came to check on the village, they would be taken on a tour of the mountains, and invariably end up falling off a mountain or drowning in a river.

I had great-uncles who served in World Wars, but they passed away before I knew them and my mother said they never really talked much about their experiences anyway.

I want to thank them for what they did, even if there is no way that I can tell them that directly.

Thanks to everyone for sharing their stories, and thanks blurr for posting In Flanders Fields. I’m getting a little misty-eyed just thinking about all this.

Lest we forget.

My maternal grandfather was a sergeant major in the Lincoln-Welland Regiment. A truck he was supposed to have been on was attacked in France, and in the fifty-three years he lived after the war ended, he never fully recovered from the survivor’s guilt. I didn’t understand why it was so difficult for him to talk about until after he died. He didn’t just risk his life during the war, but gave up a lot of the quality of his life after it, and plenty of people came back far worse than he did. Their sacrifice was unfathomable to those of us who have lived, for the most part, with peace.

Today, we are all army brats.

My parents were little kids in Holland during WW2 and come over to Canada in the late 40’s/early 50’s. If you wonder why the first generation of Dutch Canadians were so cheap, remember that from the Nazi occupation on, there more or less wasn’t anything to eat for years.
My uncle fought for the Dutch in Indonesia, and despite being the funniest guy of his generation I know, he never once talked of his experiences there in any detail. I suspect he just doesn’t want to remember any of it.

My Grandfather(well, he was with my grandmother for years – her first husband died long before I was born) served in the first world war in the artillery. He died when I was 11, but my dad told me something about my grandfathers war experience

His best friend (standing right beside him) took an artillery shell to the head. It literally took his head clean off.

When I think about the sacrifice of war, I think about both those who died, and sometimes even more painful, those who witnessed and survived.

Make sure to include Mark Stuart.

I laughed. Have you ever seen the Nutri-grain commercial?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y6rE0EakhG8

it was a CIVIL war… If I was told I have to fight against fellow Canadians, I think i would give a big EF off to that.

Don’t worry. This is possibly the one thing in the world even I can’t make into a contest.