There's Those Tears Again
Via The Torch
Scenes like this always remind me of my dad and his brother who signed up in Regina in 1939 and were shipped Shilo, just outside of Brandon, Manitoba, for the rest of their training. Dad was 33 years old and his brother was 37. Pretty old to be going off to war, I'd say. As poor bloody foot soldiers, too. They both came back. Thanks be to God, the RCAF (including my uncle on the other side of the family) and the RAF for their most excellent air coverage.
Scenes like this always remind me of my dad and his brother who signed up in Regina in 1939 and were shipped Shilo, just outside of Brandon, Manitoba, for the rest of their training. Dad was 33 years old and his brother was 37. Pretty old to be going off to war, I'd say. As poor bloody foot soldiers, too. They both came back. Thanks be to God, the RCAF (including my uncle on the other side of the family) and the RAF for their most excellent air coverage.
posted by Louise at 8:39 pm
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