There is an old Bell Telephone commercial that used to come on nearly every Remembrance Day here in Canada. It was the one where a Canadian Backpacker is shown walking on a beach with his Maple Leaf flag sewn on his backpack in France. He calls his Grandfather and when he speaks to him, his Grandpa asks how Paris is. “Are the women still as lovely as I remember?” “Grandpa, I’m not in Paris”  he replies. “I’m in Dieppe”  “I just wanted to call to say thank you Grandpa.”

It brings tears to my eyes every time. 

What is Remembrance Day?

Remembrance day happens every November 11th in Canada. On the 11th Day of the 11th Month on the 11th Hour we observe a moment of silence. We wear our poppies to pay tribute to those who gave their lives in the name of freedom since World War I. Lest we never forget.

poppies at remembrance day memorial

My Grandfather

My Grandfather fought hard in the Second World War. He was captured at the Battle of Dieppe in 1942 and was held in a concentration camp until he was freed by the Russians at the end of the war. He was one of the lucky ones. Over 6000 men were sent to their slaughter on the coast of France and out of the over 3000 that made it to shore, most were killed.  He suffered greatly during that time and barely survived. He had sustained organ damage due to starvation and I remember hearing something about him having to have his stomach rebuilt. I, being so young never asked him about his time in the war. I just heard things that my parents said, bits and pieces about his time in Germany.

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Canadian Soldiers en Route to Dieppe

It was barely spoken about

I never understood my grandfather when I was younger. He was an angry man who was bigoted. It was a long time ago and back then there weren’t any psychologists to help returning vetrans find their inner feelings. There weren’t support groups or self help books explaining the reasons they felt the way they did. They didn’t have a professional to speak to outside of their family where they could talk candidly of their time in the trenches. They came home with pasted on smiles after witnessing death and great suffering, and they had suffered themselves.

Our Vetrans were expected to go on with their lives and deal with their scars of the war in silence. 

It wasn’t until we were older and living in Vancouver that I started to understand Grandpa. My grandfather thought that Dave was his grandson and I was his wife. He would sit in the living room of Burnaby BC telling Dave (“his Grandson”) stories about the war while Grandma and I talked in their dining room. I would sneak in to listen and couldn’t believe how much my grandfather was opening up. Dave has that effect on people.

I was grateful for getting to know Grandma and Grandpa better during that time in BC. I was the youngest of 5 and my grandparents had already moved out to British Columbia in the early 80′s. I barely knew them.

The Scottish Highlanders


Like most Canadian men of that time, Dave’s Grandfather also fought in the Second World War. He was a Scottish Highlander. There is a long tradition of Canadians with Scottish roots fighting for their country in the name of Scotland. The Canadian Scottish Highlanders had their own battalions and fought for Canada and their land of heritage with great honour. Dave knew even less of his grandfather than I did.

He died young when Dave’s father was only 16. But his time in the Scottish Regiment was spoken about often at family dinners and holidays. Dave says that he remembers seeing his dad with his grandfather’s beret. He had the full suit – Kilt and all.

Canadians and Their Roots

Canadians have an odd tradition of referring to our heritage. Our European friends can’t understand why we say things like “We’re Scottish” or “I’m French” We are a young country and we still have bonds with our motherland. Every Canadian will tell you where they come from. I have Scottish and French in my roots and Dave comes from a line of Scotsmen. When Europe suffers we suffer. Our grandparents came from there and even though we don’t call it our home, we will forever be connected.

What Makes Canada Great


It is what makes this country great. We are a country built on immigrants and freedom. People come here knowing they can have a better life but are free to keep their traditions alive. People seem to forget that in todays world. When the Italians or the Irish, Polish or Greeks first came to Canada they held on to their roots. There were private community centres, clubs and churches. They stayed in their communities and built near one another in their own little part of town. ie: College street became Little Italy, The Danforth is known as Greek Town and Roncensvales village is where many from Poland have settled in Toronto.  They kept their motherland close at hand.

Now that people are coming from other countries outside of Europe, we should give them the freedom to keep their traditions alive. We shouldn’t judge and be filled with anger because they wear a hat or scarf on their head. We shouldn’t worry when they want to build a mosque or a church from a different sect. They are just trying to hold on to a piece of home while searching for a better life.

After all, it is this freedom that our grandfathers fought so hard for. We should never forget.


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    1. debndave Post author

      Hi Abi, Thanks for stopping by, yes, I think that all the Commonwealth Countries have the same tradition following the UK’s lead. It is a sad day. There aren’t many WWII vetrans left.

  1. Linda

    Not just that video, your entire post made me weep. We seem so sure of ourselves these days, despite the times we are now living through, even. Thanks for the reminder. This world wouldn’t be the same if not for all the sacrifices of the past.

    1. debndave Post author

      Thanks for commenting Linda. Remembrance Day is certainly a time for us to reflect and think about what has happened in the past and hopefully change what we do in the future. For some reason it seems in our nature to constantly be at war.

  2. Melanie

    Thank you to both of your grandfathers for their sacrifice, and to you for sharing your story. Today is an important day that should always be honoured!

    1. debndave Post author

      Thank you Melanie. Today is a day to remember the past and what is going on in the world right now. I wonder when humans will stop fighting? I don’t peace is an option in our world. And that is sad.

    1. debndave Post author

      Thanks for sharing Heather. I will definitely read it. We visited Vimy Ridge a few years ago and had a Canadian Student Guide also. It is quite an extraordinary place. What a terrifying experience it must have been for those soldiers.

  3. Gillian @OneGiantStep

    I have always given thanks on Remembrance Day but, since traveling, I find it to be even more important. We are lucky to live such insulated lives here in Canada and to not know the horror of war. Thanks to people like your grandfathers we can live such a life.

  4. Steven Whyte

    Great post, so much emotion in it. Thats the first time I have seen that advert and it brought a lump to my throat as it is so true, even writing this brings out the emotion in me lol I’m Scottish/British and I am very proud of my fore fathers for being able to just give up everything and do their “duty” for the good of the country/world at large, how many of our generation would volunteer on mass to defend and give their lives for our way of life? In the UK people are stealing plaques and statues from monuments for scrap metal value, words really cant describe how despicable such actions are.

    Our fore fathers generation are hero’s whose deeds are deserving of being remembered and celebrated for the sacrifices that they made willingly so that our generations could live freely

    They went with songs to the battle, they were young.
    Straight of limb, true of eyes, steady and aglow.
    They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted,
    They fell with their faces to the foe.

    They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old:
    Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.
    At the going down of the sun and in the morning,
    We will remember them.
    Least We forget
    We Will remember them.

  5. Lois

    Dave & Deb: this was such a heartfelt post – I’m glad you both have some memories of your grandfathers – Debra you at least had some time with your grandfather and Dave you only have your dads memories – but stories are passed down through families to keep the work that these men did alive. We remember them on November 11th but every day should be ‘Remembrance Day’. We must never forget that Freedom is not free – so many have died and are dying for that right. Thanks so much Debra & Dave for the wonderful sentiments. Love Mom

  6. Mike

    Nice post, thank you. I had an Uncle I never got to know. he was killed at a young age on the beaches of Dieppe. Now my son is serving in Afghanistan, I am very proud of him and all those past and present who put their lives on the line for our freedom. Freedoms we so often take for granted.

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