In my quest to know more about the history of the Canadian Army and its men and women I have searched this forum and found a thread dated 2006.
I know that the thread is an old one. So is this story: Canadian soldiers fighting for freedom during Word War II.
"I never thought of myself has anything other than just one man who stood at one time with a group of other young men to say -NO!"
But it moved me to a point... I could not imagine. Having grand-parents who went through WWII (Grand-mother implied in the French "Résistance" and Grand-Father in the navy) of course, I have heard stories but like a lot of us, I tend to forget.
In reading Parki's story not only did I learn more about a Canadian point of view of that war but also about
bravery, courage and strength... along with wisdom and patriotism.
I think of Parkie's story to be one of Army.ca's treasures but also Canada's history through the eyes of men who truly stood up for their country:
"WE'RE NOT TOMMIES,WE'RE CANADIANS AND YOU'LL BE BLOODY LEAVING IN SHORT ORDER.who the hell do they think they are, go home!"
I am hoping that many new members of this site will take the time to read it and make a point of honor in
remembering and thinking about Parkie and his friends along with the thousands of others who went through these dangerous times.
Through out this story, there is a hero. A kid who wanted to make a man of himself and lived through it all with one motto: Master your fear!
"we would take some ground and lose some ground and at night when you were dug in the germans would bring out a large rail gun they had in the mountain's over looking us and the silence of the night would be broken with the low drone of the engine on the locomotive bringing that damn thing out and it sent shivers down your spine because you just knew hell was coming and where are you going to go.nowhere.master your fear!!master your fear!!out to the left some poor souls crying because he knows what's coming to!master your fear!!master your fear!!Whump the ground would vibrate when that bloody thing let loose and Incoming!! you hear someone shout.no damn kidding, you think to yourself, how could you miss that,it sounds like a freight train coming in has it passes over head and you thank god.Their shelling about a mile down the road,you just know that some other poor buggers getting it,your only glad that this time it wasn't you and now you have about a minute to think of home or somewhere, anywhere but this bloody foxhole with that thing going off over my head,and Whump!!Incoming!!!Master your fear!! Master your fear!!"
Through out this story, there is this man who had to eat what ever it was even if this implied eating bugs.
"We only eat at night ,the flour they have been using has been filled with Bug's about 2-3 inches long with long feelers you know ,like the spruce beatle we have here in Canada.great big bloody things,bad enough food is short,very short.we have to eat them anyway so we toast the bread over a small fire,no use trying to pick them out if you do there won't be anything left, you know.so you get probably five or six in every slice plus all the bit's and pieces from the one's that got broke up in the mix,so toast them at night and pretend their raisins ,you know."
He would get sick for oranges because his stomach could not take "normal food" anymore
"The oranges were delicious,but we got the runs so bad could not eat any more"
Having so many moments when he felt powerless in helping his brothers in arm...
"man crawls to you in the night,crying for help with two feet of wood sticking out of him,what can you do,you know.how can you pull two feet of wood out of a man's innard's you know,some tried,All you do is pull the poor bugger's intrail's out,god,bloody god awful!"
Through out this story, there is this man so proud of his country, so proud to be a soldier... he was a soldier in soul his entire life:
"I know when you see me at the memorial services you see an old broken down vet with two canes in a suit with a few medals hanging off his chest and one or two of his old buddy's in wheelchairs with him. But I'll have you know looks can be deceiving because inside I'm dressed in my greens and I'm marching with a full regiment by my side."
Parkie shared his war diary and memories with members of Army.ca. and I find this to be absolutely amazing.
He just did not want any of us to forget.
"My old friend Joe who fell far to young, use to say a little prayer before going into battle, Lord protector, protect me and give me the strength to protect others, I don't know if they were his own words or not but I've always remembered them and he died doing just that, Protecting. And is that not what being a soldier is about or more importantly a Canadian Soldier."
Please meet Parkie, the young kid who made a man out of himself.
A.C.(parkie)
Princess Patricia's Canadian Light Infantry
1st Canadian Infantry Division
2nd Infantry Brigade
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Alea