Thursday, November 11, 2021

Lest We Forget

 




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  1. As a kid, my bedroom on the second story fronted Queen Street, one of the main streets in the town I grew up in. I distinctly remember watching a veritable parade of WWI vets marching up Queen St. in the direction of my house.

    (And maybe 1 or 2 years later after that, I distinctly remember a Sherman's treadmarks being impressed/ground into the asphalt when rounding the corner from the top of Park Street making a right onto Queen St. Funny; only saw that occur once.)

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  2. When I was young Mum would take us to the Cenetaph in St Lambert to pay our respects and see dad marching with the legion. He was only 40 at the time....

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