Lest we forget?
Remembrance Day Nov. 11th
As a child, my dad would take my sister and I downtown where they would have him place a wreath on the monument where his fallen friends are remembered on November 11th.
Year after year I’ve bought a poppy, for I never want to forget how important this date is, and was to our family.
My dad enlisted when he was only 19 years old. I have pictures of the day he left, and I see in my Grandma & Grandpa’s eyes the hurt and despair knowing that he might never come back alive. His brother also enlisted at the same time. So not only one child, but two, were on their way to fight the war.
He lost both his legs at 21,
in a Sherman tank at Falaise.
Hit with A NAZI '88.
He was lucky to be alive.
I was LUCKY to have him as my dad.
Letters from my dad while in a British hospital to his parents, sisters, and brothers (he did not know my mom then), and pictures that I would like to share with you.
They are IMPORTANT TO ME.
My handsome DAD
My dad and his brother. Both gone now.
I never knew my father with legs. Pushing him in a wheelchair was a normal part of my life. He had a wonderful outlook, and nothing but kindness in his heart.
He woke up with a smile,
and went to bed with a smile.
This tribute is to my dear father, and all the men and women who served their country in our honour. I know he’s looking down on me from up above with my mom after 31 years of being apart.
CAMILLE JOSEPH CHARLEBOIS
“Thank you for having done this so our sons don’t have to"
At the cemetery with Toby.