Remembrance Day (or Veteran's Day, as it is called in the United States) has always been a big deal for me. When I wrote my general purpose/political blog I took special care to try to learn a bit about the men and women who have fought for my country in the past (and who actively do so today) and share it with my readership. Although I consider this journey of learning and remembering to be a year round affair, it always seems more poignant and immediate as November 11th approaches.
This year I'll be at work at 11:00 when the Remembrance ceremony is taking place on Parliament Hill here in Ottawa. Although I have attended in the past, it's simply not possible to do so this year; work is too busy, and I just finished chewing up a week of holidays. I'll miss watching the veterans march proudly through the streets; I'll miss applauding them as they brave the chilly Canadian autumn weather to parade another time for us all; I'll miss the mix of emotions - from pride, to grief, to wistful reminiscence, to relief, to peace - that adorn those honoured faces.
Perhaps - although it will be a poor substitute - I'll attend the moment of silence that is being organized on Dungeons and Dragons Online's Thelanis server by Bekki. While I suspect that it will be difficult to convince the server population to participate en masse, it is still a nice touch and worth supporting, in my opinion.
As a final note, I would like to share a pair of letters from my great grandfather, Norman Peterkin, who fought in both the First and Second World War. I transcribed both of these letters after they were given to my mother by my grandmother, and they paint a picture of a brave man ready to sacrifice absolutely everything to defend his country.
The first was written to my great grandmother back when they were only dating. Norman was barely old enough to enlist, but felt duty calling:
Montreal, Que
Nov. 23rd 1915
My Dear Fairfax:
Your letter [to hand] to-day and I need not tell you how pleased I was to hear from you.
I had late leave of absence to-night to attend a party at the home of one of my Comrades in arms. It is now twelve-thirty. I left the party early in order that I might write to you.
Perhaps what I am going to say will be a surprise to you - perhaps it will not, but you surely have known for quite a while that I think a great deal of [....ripped page....] so when your letter came to [....ripped page....] in it that you did not like to think of the time when my Regiment sails, I made up my mind that I would be just as frank with you. I am very sorry in more ways than one that I feel it my duty to go, and one reason that makes me feel that way is that it is quite possible that I may never return to see the one girl that I love, namely yourself.
So when your letter came to-day I thought perhaps you might reciprocate my feelings. I want to ask you if you will be my wife, provided I come back from the war and am not crippled in any way. I would not ask any woman to marry a cripple, so I put it that way. If I come...
[....half page (or perhaps a full page) is missing.....]
...their young brother leaving when I leave. Five other chums are dead "somewhere in France", blood calls Fairfax and I must answer that call. Can you blame me?
Now be sure and send me your ring size and I will see that Santa Claus sends you the signet ring.
This letter seems mostly [.....smudged.....] but I am writing on my knee and some of the lads are trying to play some pranks on me. The bugle will blow "lights out" soon, so I must say Good-Night.
With much love,
Norman
P.S. "To be Continued" - soon.
R.S.V.P.
This second was penned by Norman to his wife, Fairfax, and their young children.Even after witnessing the horrors of World War One first hand, he again responded when his country came calling a second time:
St. Jerome, P.Q. - April 28, 1941
Dear Family,
By the time you read this I will be away from home on the start of my journey overseas to do my bit for my family and Country.
As I sit here thinking I realize what it means to myself and yourselves to have me go and I just want you all to know that night and day my thoughts will be with you and I will be looking forward to the time if God in his goodness spares me to come back to you. I thought a long while about it before joining up and I still think that if you all are to grow up and have a normal life that first of all it has to be made safe for you and your children. It's no use if this thing has to be done all over again in another fifteen or twenty years just when you are bringing up your families and your Mother and I are gone.
When I am away I want all of you to think of your Mother and give her of your best.
Clare - I look on you as the head of the house and I want you to give the younger ones good counsel and advice and do all in your power to take my place.
Margaret - carry on so that I will always be proud of you and carry the family name high in every way.
Sumner, Delmer, and Rilma - do you best every day to help your Mother and try and make things easier for her.
Remember, in doing this you will be helping me over the rough spots because whenever I think of you it will be made easier for me when I know that you are all soldiers holding the line at home.
Every night a supper time I will think especially of you all and I want you when you sit down to the table to say Grace in your turn and at the same time as Grace just add that Daddy and Ian will be brought home safe. Will you do this for me - and I will be doing the same where I am.
Now good-bye and God Bless You all - Mamma - Clare - Margaret - Sumner - Delmer and Rilma.
Write me when you can and always be proud come what may of your Husband and Daddy.
Despite being torpedoed on his way to Europe, Norman lived to fight through the Second World War and returned home to his family. Sadly, this brave man passed away years before I was old enough to know the significance of his contribution to my country. I would have loved to thank him in person.
Never forget.





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