The men of my family weren’t soldiers. They were farmers and tradesmen.
My father’s father was a jew from Eastern Europe, who managed to make it to Canada before World War II. He came to Canada to make a better life than he could in his home city of Cluj. As far as I know, he was the only one of his family who came before the war.
But his cousins, siblings, aunts, uncles, and friends that he left behind were captured by Nazi Germany and many were thrown into concentration camps. Some of them survived. And the survival of those who experienced the horrors of the camps is owed to the soldiers who risked, and gave, their lives to defend the values we hold dear.
11/11/2011
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