My father’s RCAF suit from WWII hung in the closet. We had the clock on the mantel hanging between two spitfire cartridges dad had salvaged from a crash. He was a Spitfire mechanic and bombardier. His favourite story was learning to drive in the Rockies when told to take a jeep down the mountain and bring back supplies. Dad was the greatest man I’d ever known. I didn’t know it when I was a child. I had to grow old and realize. I suppose I loved my mom and dad as best I could. I wish I’d done more. I did cause them grief and concern. Not surprising I became a psychiatrist, the black sheep in the family. My brother was my father’s favourite and grew to be his friend. I was the baby. They all loved me. Even the dog loved me. I was different though.
When we were having drills during the Kennedy Missile Crisis, kneeling along the walls, our foreheads to the floor, ready to kiss our ass good bye, I’d asked ‘what about radiation? ». The pretty little elementary teacher burst into tears, spun like a top ,her hands to her face and off she went down the hall running, her high heels clackety clacking. . Back came the big dark suited principle saying, « Billy, you’ve upset your teacher. Don’t ever do that again. ». She stood in the protection of his false bravado. But no one answered my question. As children we knew the adults were really afraid then.
Except my father. He’d turned the root cellar into a sort of bomb shelter. Nothing was done except he put a large jug of water in there
. « I couldn’t put a door in that room I built or the city would have taxed me for another room. ». Now he hung a blanket over the door and called it ‘our bomb shelter’. All mom’s preserves were there already. The full sized freezer where he kept deer and moose he shot was just outside the door.
« I don’t know, Billy, I guess we’ll have to face that when we come to it. ». I could tell he was a little scared too.
Dad had been in war but didn’t go overseas. His service was across Canada. Mom said he’d been through the depression before the war and saw men starving. In the service she said he saw men burn in crashes. He didn’t talk about those things with us kids. Mom comforted him. After the war he told me the men in the services decommissioned and looked for work that was scarce. He was scared then as he told me. Looking away to the right, remembering tough times. « I was glad I got work with Morris Crâne. A lot of men didn’t.’ They lived with my mother’s parents till after I was born before they could afford a home of their own. That was 5 years.
Dad put on his uniform and marched each Remembrance Day. When he visitted me in Vancouver after Mom died, in his 90’s, he was so proud to sit with the few remaining men of WWII given seats in front at the Vancouver Epitaph. I’ve been proud of my Dad so many times but that was one when I felt tears on my cheeks sitting there. The RCMP had come out in force that day in their red serge. Canada’s flag was communist red, a maple leaf, the legacy of Pierre TRudeau, the evil little coward my father loathed.
I was liberal when I was young affecting a pipe and talking to him about politics. Thinking I knew more. My parents voted Conservative or NDP but not liberal. I was teaching at the university at the time. « Bill, for a man who can be very smart and has done well in school and is a good doctor, you still can be very stupid. You don’t speak French and you don’t live in Eastern Canada. Liberals have done nothing for Western Canada. ». He said
Looking back now I can see that Trudeau was a communist serving Quebec and the communist agenda of global war. At the time I thought he was intellectual. At the time I was an intellectual. Today like my father I know the limits of talk and say ‘if you talk the talk, walk the walk ‘or ‘show me, don’t tell me’. Dad liked other vets since they weren’t fooled by slick politicians. He was a very discerning man. « You can’t believe half of what the politicians say, son. » he told me.
I could tell Mom and Dad were concerned about the propaganda I was being fed in school but there was nothing they could do about it. Mom was a Baptist and she’d say she lost me to ‘lust’. The fact was I was never the same after I knew the wonder of women and beyond reason when passion was an alternative.
I was afraid of war too. I was afraid of being maimed. I remember at the end of high school when I went off to march in peace marches and sang ‘All we need is love’, I was afraid. I remember my friend Kirk and I wondering if the Vietnam War would go global and we’d be called up to be soldiers. I often think that Vietnam had something to do with Kirk becoming a monk and guru and me becoming a doctor. I actually worried I’d be maimed or I’d like killing. I’ve never worried too much about dying. When I had a calling into medicine it seemed to resolve the dilemna I faced. I liked working the same with everyone too, not making a decision outside the medical as to who deserved what care first. I was a Christian to my roots. The unknown stranger was always Jesus. Every patient was like family. I was the prodigal son and my father and brother were in the story. My life was one for service and I was most honoured and thankful when I was a consultant to Veterans Affairs helping Vets. I listened and recorded their tales and saw the military take care of their own over and over again.
I never felt I belonged. I loved when Dad would over and over again make instant friends with other vets, a band of brothers. The service tested a man. You learned the mettle. Dad admired courage and didn’t care for shirkers.
I’m too old to serve now. I couldn’t carry an 80 pound pack or do a military obstacle course even if they gave me all day. During the Cold War I dreamed of Cummunist Russian troops in white snow gear on our Winnipeg lawn and Dad taking his cowboy 30;30 out of the gun case and covering a window, my brother taking the 12 gauge shot gun covering the door and me with the 22 and the dog. All of us would defend Mom from home invasion by godless Communists.
Later I’d become a wilderness doc and learn advanced survival skills, marksmanship and sniper skills shooting deer and Moose at 400 to 600 years with my Ruger 30:06. I felt like it was important to be prepared, Boy Scouts had taught me that. Working as a flyin doctor in the north and sub arctic and living in the rural communities I learned the limits and arrogance of government. Self reliance is unknown in the urban centres but rural Canada is a different kettle indeed.
I miss my Dad. I miss my brother. I miss my friend Dr. John Christensen who rode in cattle drives and motorcycled to sheep stations. I miss Vivian my aboriginal priest friend. My uncle married aboriginal Annie. I miss them. I miss George and Bernie and Hank . My grandparents, uncles and aunts, parents and brother are all gone. I feel alone at times. I thank the men who like my Dad served because my life has been free of war. I worked for Refugee services and listened. Communist Broadcasting Corporation, the CBC of Montreal and Toronto, is just not present when it comes to the truth I hear from soldiers, refugees and survivors from conflicts around the world.
Bill Gates said that the greatest thing that happened to him was being born in the Pacific Northwest. For me it was being born in Canada after the war when the men who had served were respected and valued in Canada before the cowards of Quebec attacked Canada at it’s core with their Marxist weapons of betrayal and deceit, gas lighting the nation.
Today Canada seems more a Quebec province with Sharia Communism as the values of Ottawa. 26 churches were recently burnt to the ground at the last count. The government does nothing but if an aetheist government building, a synagogue or a mosque were burnt to the ground there might well be martial law. We have the most unethical leader in history , a stoner snowboarder who likes little girls and lies like a politician. My brother said « I’ll die if we have another liberal government « And the second greatest man I knew died.
Meanwhile the Security Council of the UN, America, China, Russia, France and England, are the principle arms dealers in the world. They make war and profit from war and the construction after war. We are a long way from Give Peace a Chance since communists and sharia are religions and idéologies of perpetual war. Communist China has attacked Hong Kong , Vietnam, India and daily threatens Taiwan. Britain, America, Australia and Japan have formed an alliance to counter the growing threat of Communit China since the release of Covid from the Wuhan Lab, their lies and cover up. The UN itself is a dictators club. It’s chaos and mercenary.
« There’s a wet war or a dry war, » a British Vet told me. They’re the Olympic events of the war business. Desert Storm Arms Bazaar. The West tech beat Communist tech and the USSR fell.
I love people who escaped Communism. Solzhenitsyn tells the truth like neighbours who say ‘we didn’t think Canada would fall this fast’. The Dalai Lama still pleads for Tibet, his country enslaved and genocided by the Comnunist Chinese. Canada or rather the Liberal government forgets Korea and how.the Communist Chinese killed hundreds of Canadian soldiers. Canadians bravery at Kapyong turned the tide there. But Trudeau, his loose lips and pretty boy socks excludes Canada today. Even Liberal whore monger Mackenzie King believing his dog Spot channeled his dead mother was included in the war council of WW II Britain and America.
Now the world is faces the newest ‘wet war’, the competition of navy and Air Force tech in hope of getting the world tech sales. If the west wins the Communist Chinese dictatorship will collapse but if it loses it will be as if Hitler’s National Socialism won. I can only hope that the cost of war will contain this limited business adventure.
CSiS says the Communist Chinese Military have infiltrated Canadian Politics, Media and Education to the highest levels. I liked the Beatles song We don’t want a revolution.
It’s all above my pay grade. The Vets I’ve known have been the finest men, including my father of course. This is their day. Celebrate with thanks.
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