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Making the poppy personal By Lynne Bell β€œNever in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few.” -Winston Churchill At this year's provincial launch of the Royal Canadian Legion's 2015 poppy campaign, Saskatchewan Lt.-Gov.

Making the poppy personal

By Lynne Bell

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β€œNever in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few.”

ΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύ -Winston Churchill

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ΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύ At this year's provincial launch of the Royal Canadian Legion's 2015 poppy campaign, Saskatchewan Lt.-Gov. Vaughn Solomon Schofield urged citizens to wear their poppies in honour of a chosenΜύ member of Canada's military-saying, β€œOne of the most important things you can do is honour your history and honour your past.”

ΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύ Just a casual perusal of The Observer's archives makes me believe that this will be a pretty simple task for many people in this area. The roll calls of names on plaques and cenotaphs in communities in this corner of the province contain many, many familiar surnames. Some of these veterans are still with us, while others are now gone.

ΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύ The lists of casualties and injuries from military conflicts in which Canadians have served and sacrificed is almost too overwhelming to contemplate. In both World Wars, for example, Canada's involvement was much, much greater than our status as a young country with a relatively small population would usually dictate; and because of this, Canada's losses were disproportionately large.

ΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύ Although the numbers are tragically impressive, they are destined to become history's footnotes without the people-and their stories-behind the statistics.

ΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύ The person I will wear my poppy for this year didn't die in battle, but he spent five years and an ocean away from his wife and baby daughter, was injured, and most tragically, experienced the loss of two childhood friends-Mel and Earl Beatty of Carlyle- who were killed at the ill-fated raid on Dieppe, France, in August, 1942.

ΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύ Like most veterans of that era, my Grandpa Ken didn't talk about the war at all to me until near the end of his life. Even now, I feel a little strange referring to any part of his war experience publicly, because I know he spared me and the rest of his family as much as he could from talk of the ugliness of war-especially his personal experience of it.

ΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύ Our family is lucky enough to have most the letters that he wrote to my grandma during his five years overseas. He certainly spared his young wife any detailed descriptions of blood and battle, too. But when I read them, what is especially evident is what he-and all members of our serving military, past and present-sacrifice on our behalf: sometimes their very lives, and always, some of their precious, irreplaceable time.

ΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύ My grandpa's letters start in 1939 and end nearly half a decade later. Repeatedly, he tells his wife the most important things she can send him are letters with news of family and friends in Carlyle, along with photographs of herself and their firstborn, my mom. Every year, at Christmas, his letters repeat the refrain: β€œSurely, I'll be home next year...”

ΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύ Early in 1941, he writes: β€œSometimes when I think of possibly being separated for months on end, I feel pretty blue. It's just wasted time for us, kiddo, is it not? But it's something apparently ordained by the fates or whatever one might call it. I often wonder if I will ever get back, but that's one of the good points about not being able to see into the future, because as it is, we can always think that it will be the other fellow that will not return.”

ΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύ Whatever the era, whatever the conflict, members of our military make innumerable and often, unimaginable sacrifices on our behalf.

ΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύ For that, we owe them. For that, we must remember them.

ΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύ Who will you wear your poppy for?

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Thank you to those who serve our country, past and present

By Kelly Running

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ΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύ Remembrance Day is something that we need to embrace as Canadians. It’s something we need to recognize. It is a way for us to remember those that gave their lives, so we could enjoy the privileges we have in our country. It’s also a way for us to say thank you to each and every person in the armed forces who are currently serving our country.

ΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύ It isn’t a small task and comes with great pain to the individual serving and to their families and friends. The service men and women leave their families for tours of duty, experience unthinkable acts while deployed, and suffer from both mental and physical ailments, while each one knows they may lay their life down defending Canadians and what Canada stands for.

ΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύ Having been a history major, I remember studying war. I took a variety of classes, so studied many battles and wars, learning of unimaginable horrors that humans can do. There was one section of a text book that is seared into my mind… it was in a class focused on the Far East and in it there were pictures of piles of massacred dead bodies, of adults and children. They were photos of what is known as the β€œRape of Nanjing,” which took place Dec. 13, 1937, in China.

ΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύ It was uncomfortable reading about the massacre and although I haven’t heard of anything to the same extent in current news regarding wars around the world, the thoughts about what our veterans and our current armed forces see make me shiver. I appreciate everything they’re doing and have done for our country because it’s not an easy task.

ΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύ My knowledge of war comes from books and from discussions in classes, and although I’ve never seen it firsthand – the majority of people in Canada are privileged enough they haven’t seen it firsthand – I feel as though studying it has given me the ability to at least understand the importance of our military and what they do. I’m not saying I know how it feels, but rather that I understand that war and being a part of the military is something that can change people. I know that I want them to have the support they need and the thanks they deserve for their efforts.

ΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύ I remember discussing in class post-traumatic stress and how, even though it’s not handled in the best possible way today as it could be, that it was once swept under the rug as β€œshell shock.” People would come home with strange quirks or be completely different than when they left and it would be chalked up to β€œshell shock.”

ΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύ One story that stood out to me was of a man who returned from fighting in World War II. He came home without any physical ailments, all was well, except for when he passed by a window. Every time this man came to a window, he would drop to the floor and crawl past. A few students in my class laughed, thinking it was quite funny, but it wasn’t funny, not in the least and the majority knew how solemn a moment it was learning about this man.

ΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύ Can you imagine the terror he must have felt to lead him to do this? For this person a window meant danger. It meant that if you walked by or sat visibly that you would be shot by the enemy. Windows, something we don’t give a second thought to in Canada except for to enjoy the view out of, we purposefully stop and look out of them.

ΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύ I don’t claim to know what it is like for soldiers, I’ve only seen pictures and read about war, but I do know they deserve to be thanked and appreciated for everything they do for us. That Remembrance Day is something extremely important to recognize and to participate in.

ΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύΜύ I may not necessarily agree with all of the conflicts we have entered into or will enter into, but that doesn’t mean I don’t appreciate everything our service men and women do for us. However, I’ve never experienced war firsthand, but I thank those that have and those that do; because of them the closest I have to get to war is through reading about and discussing it. It’s why I wear a poppy for Remembrance Day and why I’m a member of the Canadian Legion.

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