Two Minutes of Silence in Respect
It is sad to think that the current war in Afghanistan is what it took to re-awaken the importance of Remembrance Day in Canada.
I have always felt the desire to take a moment of silence, probably because of my fascination of anything about history, and my access to several WWII vets who I ran steam engines with at the local museum, as well as a few local WWII vets I know.
I wish to list a few veterans who have died whom I had a personal connection with, even though the first one one was very brief:
I cannot remember his name (UPDATE: Cpl. Peter J. Giannopoulos - Pete or Gino to his friends) but he was a US Marine dating Melisant (Deicyn's daughter, Shannon Pearcy) who I met at Winter War several years ago in Borealis. We talked for about an hour about various things, a very nice guy. He was killed in action in Iraq less than six months later on November 11, 2004.
Harry Burt, a steam engineer who I ran steam engines with for years, a WWII veteran. He was a tank mechanic and his hair raising stories of fixing broken down tanks in the middle of no man's land would keep a person up at night. He died several years ago of cancer.
Tom Hill, a veteran of D-Day who landed on Juno beach. He was married to my Grandfathers cousin and lived locally, in Beaverlodge. He died several years ago of Heart Failure.
Vicki's uncle, Captain John W. Feyrer, US Air Force, whom I never met as he was killed in the US during a training flight in the early 1940's. His dog tags hang on my computer monitor to remind me of the sacrifice of the dire times of WWII.
The 42 Canadians killed in Afghanistan:
42 Canadians killed in Afghanistan since 2002
This day also brings to mind other currently serving their countries:
My Step-Daughter, Kristin (on the right), currently serving with the US Marines in Okinawa, Japan.
Kevin Schamun who I knew when he was young and who was born & raised in Beaverlodge, was the Canadian soldier who permanently dispatched the terrorist who attacked his fellow soldier with an axe at a "friendly" elders meeting. (You may remember the news stories).
Clinton Schoepp, who was part of "the gang" for the 12 years I went to school. He recently returned safely from Afghanistan.
A fellow local SCAer known as Faolan (Ed) whom I have lost touch with after he joined the army. I often wonder how he is doing.
My Father-In-Law, Joseph Feyrer, who served in Maui in WWII as an airplane mechanic.
The family of US Marines I got to meet while visiting my daughter-in-law, Kari, last September in Florida. There were several generations and had served in Vietnam and Iraq. A more proud, noble and humble family, I have yet to meet.
To all these people, and the many millions more who have fought for our freedom, all I can do is say:
I will observe the two minutes of silence. After all, it is a pitance of time: