How I got to write so much about the war…
I have a close friend.
Very close, yet so very far.
I live in Quebec and Jim lives in Manitoba.
We have never met…
We have never met in person.
Only on the Internet.
Maybe his father Jim met my wife’s uncle on the Athabaskan.
Maybe my wife’s uncle did not recollect exactly the story he told us on a summer day in Monkland, Ontario. I remember it was in July 2009.
How could I forget what he told us although he did not say much?
Was he really on the Athabaskan on that faithful early morning of April 29th, 1944?
Could he have made up a story to impress us as some veterans did?
I don’t think he did.
So I got curious and started searching about that Unlucky Lady, a Canadian destroyer I never knew had ever existed.
I got lucky…
This is how Jim…
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