Thinking of my grandfather today who fought in WW1. He was a sapper or railroad engineer whose job it was to ensure a steady supply of materials to the front lines (and likely quick transport out as well).
I remember the stories he told us as kids - tunneling into the ridge to build a protected rail line during the battle of Vimy Ridge, the gas mask he used to pull out and let us try on, the coin he received after it tipped him off that the guy he was talking to at a bar in Paris might be a German spy, the letters, tied with a green ribbon, from a mysterious woman he left at home (who was definitely NOT my grandma). As an adult I now realize the things he never spoke of. . . particularly how most of the males from his home town who signed up did not return.
Thankful for all who have served to keep our country safe and provide peacekeeping services in countries in turmoil.
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