Remembrance Day is approaching, and with it comes a barrage of Facebook posts, the white poppy debate and Terry Kelly's "A Pittance of Time". But what do these posts, poppies and songs really mean?
For many, the war stories of selfless sacrifices and those of human triumph are just that; stories. If you haven't met a veteran, chances are you feel no difference between the Napoleonic Wars, the Boer Wars or the World Wars. These overseas wars are just like other war stories; ancient and taking place a world away. For many of today's youth, there is no difference between these events except for their chapter in a history textbook.
As a young adult, I too struggle with this. I know the events happened, and I can watch footage of them on television, but I have trouble relating to them. While ignorance to the reality of war is a blessing,
it makes it impossible to relate to stories of somebody younger than myself storming into Berlin, or of firing a flamethrower at Japanese soldiers, or even watching a friend die in the dirt of a battlefield. These are things I will never understand because I have never related to them.
As I travelled the world and saw more and more countries, I began to learn about what Canadian soldiers have done for us. Overtime, I came to realize the great impact they have had.
In Hong Kong, I learned about the 1,975 Canadians that were stationed to protect the city from Japanese forces. Of the almost 2,000 Canadian soldiers stationed there, 554 were killed either on the battlefield or in POW camps, and almost another 500 were wounded. This is something I never learned in school, so imagine my surprise when I found a war memorial made out to them.
In the Netherlands, I learned the Dutch hold a special place in their hearts for Canadians, who not only liberated the country but also hosted the Dutch Royal Family while in exile. I also learned that, because of this unique relationship, many American tourists pretend to be Canadians while visiting so that they are treated better.
While in Amsterdam I visited the Anne Frank House. There, I learned about the final months of the Frank family before being captured by the Germans. This museum put into perspective the horrors of their prosecution and helped me realize just how important their liberation was.
In France, although only in passing, I saw the Vimy Ridge Memorial. Impressive from afar, I have been told by countless people about how beautiful it is up close. Vimy Ridge is considered Canada's greatest military accomplishment, capturing a hill during World War I that the French were unable to take. It cost the lives of 5,398 Canadians with an additional 7,000 wounded. Today the memorial is surrounded by trenches that the soldiers used, and is an active, outdoor war museum. I am honoured to have seen it, but sad that I couldn't get any closer.
In London, I saw black and white pictures of the city burning during the Blitz. There I was told stories of families being torn apart, of subway tunnels being used as bomb shelters and of train rides in and out of the smoldering city. I also learned about the 2nd Canadian Division from Quebec City that protected London during the war. While stationed there, King George VI addressed them in French - something an English king has never done, and would have been considered almost treasonous just a century earlier.
In Poland, I saw a death camp. I witnessed the rooms the prisoners lived in, where they were tortured in, electric fences they threw themselves against and the gas chambers and furnaces they were disposed of in. I saw the worse humanity could do to itself, and I was left speechless. There, I learned about "Canada I" and "Canada II" - safe havens where workers wouldn't be killed. I felt humbled that they would name the only safe place in a death camp after my home country, but also sad because very few know about this.
In Munich, I saw the effects the Second World War had on the city and the mentality of its people. Germany has a rich, millennium long history that is often eclipsed by the dark shadow of the Third Reich. Because of the war, many Germans are ashamed of their heritage. Canada also struggled to look past this and imprisoned thousands of German immigrants in work camps during the war.
World War II came to Canada in 1942 when German U-Boats infiltrated the St. Lawrence River. There they sank 4 warships and several merchant ships during a two-year period. This was the first time since 1812 that a foreign country had attacked Canadian soil. Nazi spies such as Werner von Janowski also infiltrated Canada, with von Janowski working for both the Nazi intelligence and the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
In 1944 Canada was again under attack, but this time by Japanese fire balloons. These balloons' purpose was to set the forests of the continent ablaze, but instead became a military nuisance and occasionally knocked out power lines. The balloons even drifted over my hometown and exploded in the nearby city of Moose Jaw. Planes were scattered across the prairie sky looking for these explosive balloons, and their impromptu hangers remain in operation today.
Many believe Canada has never faced the challenge of war, or had its freedoms threatened, but this belief is not true. Another untrue statement is that Canada stopped making war veterans after World War II, although you seem to rarely hear about them. Beyond the World Wars, Canadian soldiers have been stationed in places such as Korea, Afghanistan, Iraq, Syria, Kuwait, Rwanda, Somalia, Bosnia, Libya and scores of other countries. At any given day, over 8,000 Canadian soldiers are preparing for, engaged in or returning from an overseas mission. These range from helping to rebuilt Haiti, to training Ukrainian forces, to even helping stabilize democracy in the Congo. While we don't hear about it on the news or on television, one third of our military force is elsewhere around the world.
The more I travel the world, the more appreciation I have for our military. Canada is a safer place because of their actions, and our freedoms exist because of them. Simple things like going to school, going to the supermarket or using social media are forbidden in other countries, and these are things we should not take for granted.
Travel helped me realize just how valuable our veterans' sacrifices were for our freedoms. Canada isn't perfect, but its positives greatly outweigh its negatives. Travelling the world helped me put into perspective our freedoms, and it helped me understand the impact our military has had on others. Travel has taken me to foreign lands and to the places where Canadians made their mark on other people's lives. While it may sometimes be hard to relate to our past, no matter how ancient, we must never forget it. I believe this solemn action of never forgetting, is all our veterans would have ever wanted.
As I stood in the courtyard of Fort Henry, I heard screams emanating from within. Fort Henry was constructed to protect the Kingston Royal Dockyard from the invading American forces during the War of 1812. The threat was so real that the capital of Canada – which was then Kingston – was moved to Quebec to protect it. The docks are all that stood between the United States and the St. Lawrence River and both countries were all too familiar with how easily it would turn the tides of battle.
As the screams from inside Fort Henry faded, I turned to the man beside me. He had come with his family. We got talking, trying to calm our nerves as bloodied clowns and undead mimes began wandering out from inside the fort.
Imagine the bustling streets of New York, then times it by ten. Add a dash of Chinese culture, a wallop of nature and half dozen fish balls that don’t actually contain any fish, and you have the beautiful city that is Hong Kong.
At 7.2 million people, Hong Kong is a dynamic city with an incredible history, towering skyscrapers and a unique mix of English and Chinese that can’t be found anywhere else in the world. While Hong Kong has existed for a millennium, it was officially founded in 1842 to solidify a truce between Great Britain and the Qing dynasty of China during the First Opium War. A decade after the British took control of Hong Kong, the Black Death swept into China, killing hundreds of thousands of people. It would remain part of Hong Kong’s life for a century.
During World War II, Hong Kong was captured by the Japanese. For three years and eight months the British-Chinese culture of the city was destroyed, replaced with Japanese text, language and art. The booming city of 1.6 million people was slashed to only 600,000. Japanese occupation was incredibly harsh for the Hongkongese, being the darkest part of their history. Japan ceased occupation on August 6th, 1945, in response to the atomic bombing of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. For forty-two more years, Hong Kong was controlled by the British, with the reunification between Hong Kong and mainland China finally occurring in 1997.
When I started my blog, I wanted a place to tell stories. I wanted a place where I could keep memories and show them off for people later. My earliest entries on my blog are from 2011 (published in 2014), right after my trip to Europe. They're messy, they lack detail, and they are full of inaccuracies. Not the mention the wretched photography.
So, there's only been a slight improvement since then. Hahahahaha.
Four years later, my blog has become my hobby, my joy, my escape and my work. I spend hours writing content for my blog. I spend hours editing pictures, researching details, and adjusting content for SEO (search engine optimization). It's a full-time gig, and just the other day I published my 200th article. After 200 times of doing something, you'd think the articles would get easier, but they really don't. Each one is unique unto itself, and each one is a special time in my life that I shared with my readers.