Today, as we all know, is Remembrance Day. A day to pause and reflect on those who fought, and continue to fight, for the freedoms we enjoy. I have spent much of the day thinking about what I could write in a post on my blog that would be meaningful and appropriate. I finally decided that I would write about what happened to my father and my father-in-law.
Neither of them saw active service, but serve their country they did. My father was the youngest (and only son) and a farmer. His role was to stay at home and contribute to the war effort through the raising of crops and providing meat. I remember him telling of how often he went and gave blood. There was such a great demand that the current rules of being able to give only once a month was unheard of. He gave as often as he could and was quite often weakened and found it difficult to work on the farm. My father-in-law worked at an arsenal here and was the only man left in charge of a work force that consisted entirely of women. They made bombs which, of course, were important to the war effort but dangerous work. Many of the men they grew up with and were friends with went to war and didn't come back or if they did, they were scarred in body or in mind.
Most of the men and women who served in the last world war are gone now and more pass on every year. We can't forget them, nor can we forget the sacrifices they made. We also can't forget the current veterans who are equally as important but sometimes taken for granted. They, and their families, have given their all to this country and are so deserving of our help and our utmost respect.
If you are so inclined, perhaps you might consider investigating organizations like the Quilts of Valour who give quilts to veterans. The link I give you here is for the Canadian branch, but I know there are similar organizations in the United States and Australia (and probably elsewhere too).