Lest we forget 

click to flip through (5) Roy Buchholz (right) with a friend at Trafalgar Square, London, U.K. during his service in WW II.
  • Roy Buchholz (right) with a friend at Trafalgar Square, London, U.K. during his service in WW II.

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It was hard to get dad to talk or tell stories of the war. He was an active member in the Legion on 49th and Fraser in Vancouver for years. We used to take him to the Cenotaph on Nov. 11, but in his later years when it was hard to get around we would watch the ceremony with him and try to get him to tell us stories — but it was difficult. I do remember the emotions on his face each year — we knew not to ask too much from him on this day.

This was the one good story he told us.

After deployment he and Ray were sent to different areas in Europe so they couldn't connect at all. About a year after arriving to fight, he was walking down a street in Holland and noticed a familiar face on the opposite side of the street — it was his brother Ray. He was so surprised and it was such a fluke to have run into each other.

This story always brought a smile to his face.

Our family today is a little more spread out, but each sibling has their own way of spending November 11 to reflect on my father, but to also to pay respect to all those who fought for our country. Having seen ceremonies on TV over the years, and attending one in Victoria, the Whistler ceremony is one that stands out — it brings together young and old to remember together the tragedy of war.

And what always gets me is the fly past with the choppers... and the silence.

Never Forget.

Doug, Diane, Mackenzie, Owen and the rest of the Hart family.

A father remembers

By Michael Hornburg

My observance of Remembrance Day has certainly changed a lot since I first came to live here in Calgary.

I made my living for my career as a courier, so if any company was open, I was expected to be working. There was always someone still open on Remembrance Day, so at best I would pay casual attention to the radio descriptions of the various ceremonies and the history of the event if I happened to be in my vehicle.

This all changed with the birth of my first child, my daughter, on a Remembrance Day long ago.

I can still vividly recall the emotions I felt as I shed the first tears of my life from happiness.

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