I am turning 66 by the end of the month although I am still that little 10 year-old who is still standing in front of a display window of a men’s clothing store on Jean-Talon street in Montreal.
I am a humble person by nature, and I like to help people.
I have met several veterans since 2009 either in person or virtually.
The first one was my wife’s uncle, a sailor aboard HMCS Athabaskan. All those meetings were a most humbling experience. Seeing young kids almost 70 years later with all their recollections about WWII is most humbling.
All the veterans I met were humble except one, and I could write a book on that experience. People would not believe me so that’s the reason I will not never write about it. This veteran air gunner led me to create a blog about him and his squadron, 425 Les Alouettes, a squadron I never knew had ever existed before I met him.
When I found out he was using me for his own self-serving projects, I decided to virtually “shoot him down” on that blog. That was in August 2010.
Four years later the scars of being used are still there. But these scars are nothing compared to the scars of the veterans I met virtually or in person…