April 3, 2006
The following story was written by Amanda MacVicar, from Sydney, Nova Scotia. Amanda is 24 years old and she lives in Sydney, Nova Scotia. She attends school at the Adult Learning Association of Cape Breton County. Amanda is completing her level 2 and she is off to NSCC, Marconi Campus next fall. She enjoys public speaking, loves to write and enjoys being dramatic.
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On Remembrance Day we all wear a poppy to remember the young men who fought in the wars for our freedom. Every year on November 11th we take time out to remember the reason why these brave men risked their lives for us. If it weren’t for them we probably wouldn’t be speaking the language that we are speaking now. Those courageous men are heroes they saved us from pain and suffering, from being killed and from living in fear everyday.
When I see a veteran it makes me sad to think about what they went through. It was torture being shot at all the time, watching their friends die right in front of them, having to be away from their family and friends for so long, wondering if they would ever get to see them again.
Those men also had to live in dirty holes with no food or water, and disgusting rats crawling all around them and the stench of decaying bodies everywhere is not a pleasant thing to go through. The soldiers who fought and survived the wars have to live their lives everyday with the horrifying memories of what happened to them in the wars. Also knowing that they will never get the chance to see their friends who fought and died beside them again is too sad to even think about. What those men had to go through just to save our country from pain and misery is too horrifying to think about. I hope that they also have some fond memories as well.
I like many other Canadians had family who served in the Great War to end all wars. My great-grandfather, Issac Patrick Eden served in the Royal Canadian Navy from 1943-45 until the end of the war. He served on a corvette. He was a Petty Officer and he looked after the engines on the ship. The corvette was a smaller ship that guided the bigger ships and offered protection. My great-grandfather served in England and France. He was part of the Invasion of France. Their ship was torpedoed not once but twice. I also lost a great, great uncle in the war. His name was Lawrence Chatfield. I do not have much information about this gentleman.
It is only because of the veterans here today that I became interested in finding out about my family‘s involvement. My grandmother has promised me more information to come and some pictures of these fine men.
Thank you for coming today and for reminding us of the importance of never forgetting.