Remembering absent friends
I presume these Canadian troops are marching away from a memorial to those who fell during the liberation of Belgium during World War 2. Yes, I remember all of those days.
My best friend died a few years back. He was the most decorated soldier from our home state in WW2. He had 16 months in hospital to reflect upon how he got there – not just the German soldier who threw a hand grenade at him at the liberation of a death camp; but, the corporate and political creeps who helped scum like Hitler into power.
We learned a lot together over the years. Both of our families came to the US from Canada, btw. Montreal and PEI.
I salute you, too, Clyde.
Thanks, Mister Justin