tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022318990784415929.post5643414914585697440..comments2023-10-20T11:17:47.246-04:00Comments on Two Nerdy History Girls: Remembering Lieutenant DavittUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022318990784415929.post-2344023135748614512017-11-09T15:13:45.419-05:002017-11-09T15:13:45.419-05:00Here in Canada it's called Remembrance Day, an...Here in Canada it's called Remembrance Day, and in schools the day is usually accompanied by a reading of the poem, "In Flanders Fields". For several weeks leading up to the day, everyone wears red poppies on their jackets and coats. Canada was in from the moment that the UK declared war. My grandfather, who was 21, was in a theatre in Toronto at the time. He recalls that everyone immediately stood up and sang "God Save the King". He enlisted, received officer training, survived the Battle of the Somme, and eventually was invalided out before spending time with his aunt and uncle (Sir George Perley, our High Commissioner) in London. A horribly high proportion of Canadian males of his generation never returned, including his sister's fiancee. She never married, and lived with him until her death in the 1980s. Grampy, in spite of hideous war wounds, lived to be 95, and he kept the mustache he was ordered to grow as a young officer until his death at age 95.Lizhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03550076661380685327noreply@blogger.com