Remembrance

Remembrance - "the period over which one's memory extends". Remembrance is the act of purposefully remembering, often in a commemorative context, to honour the memory of people and events, and perhaps, serve as a commitment to learn from the past. The act of remembrance is important because it acknowledges specific sacrifices and honours people and events that came before us. It also reminds us that the context of our lives in Canada was shaped by our ancestors and the selflessness of Canadians in decades past.

    I experience the world through the lens of my own life. While I am aware that I am a mere speck - one of 8 billion diverse inhabitants on earth, and a descendent of countless others, all with unique lived experiences, I live selfishly and am influenced by what I know, believe, do, and feel. I am the centre of my experiences - perhaps even self-absorbed. On the eve of Remembrance Day, I was struck by the notion that my grandsons' children will have no idea who I am or was.

    I never met my own grandfathers as both had died before I was born. Similarly, our two children never met either of their grandfathers for the same reason. I have been blessed to get to know and be a part of the lives of our two grandchildren, and will welcome another later this month. I share this on Remembrance Day, in memory of my father's father.

    

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    Early on a miserable, cold and sleeting Easter Monday just over a century ago, all four divisions of the Canadian Expeditionary Force, 100,000 strong, went into battle for the first time all together. In the stagnant, entrenched warfare of the time, Vimy Ridge was a well-fortified German stronghold. Over 100,000 French soldiers had already given their lives trying to take this scarred crease of land seven kilometres long and 60 meters high in northern France. 

    The well-organized Canadians conquered the Ridge in days, but at staggering costs. There were over 10,000 Canadian casualties, including 3600 killed in less than four days. After years of losses, the victory was hailed across Allied Europe and in newspapers all over Canada. Many later declared that the ‘Canadian nation was born at Vimy Ridge’ as it signalled to Great Britain and to our young country that we could stand on our own as an autonomous nation. Others accurately point out that Canada was involved in more significant battles as WWI raged on for another year and a half, and that the victory at Vimy Ridge encouraged Prime Minister Borden to send even more young Canadians into the fray with the introduction of the very divisive policy of conscription.

    The often harshly illuminating light of time shows us that millions of young men from both sides were “sent over the top” in this ‘war to end all wars’, knowingly sacrificed by commanders who believed gaining a few hundred meters of bloodied ground was worth the loss. This included men obliterated by artillery, men who froze to death, men who drowned in trenches and men killed torturously by poison gas. As Peter Mansbridge so poignantly wrote, there is no glory there.

    Today, a majestic monument rises up from the fields at Vimy Ridge. It is not so much a shrine to war as it is to sadness and mourning. The central figure among the twenty carved into the concrete is called “Canada Bereft” and the messages of grief and sorrow expressed in all of the figures are clear and profound. The two soaring figures atop the spectacular towers represent justice and peace, and watch over the names of 11,285 Canadians who died in France during the war, but were never found.

Canada Bereft

    When I reflect on the Great War, I am deeply humbled by the incredible sacrifice made so willingly by millions of families, and young men. It remains incredulous that over 60,000 Canadians were killed and more than 170,000 were wounded from a nation of less than 8 million people. This list includes my grandfather, William Barringham Allison. A man I never met, William was wounded twice in WW I and it fascinates me that in all the chaos, he kept a small, leather bound journal. In neat cursive, his entry for April 9, 1917 says, “Canadians over top - 5:30am – a drizzling rain – Vimy Ridge (stand too).”

    I imagine that I would be scared out of my mind if I was in a cold, muddy trench, preparing to go over the top to face a formidable and deadly foe; indeed, I am not sure I could do it. I hold the sacrifices of my grandfather’s generation (and all Canadian troops who have followed) in the highest regard and fully appreciate the significance of their contributions to freedom, and to the identity of Canada. Indeed, it makes the challenges I face and the things I worry about seem insignificant. I also like to believe William would be pleased to know that a son of his son thinks of him, and that he finds it worthwhile to write down his thoughts from time to time.  On this November 11, I will be sure to say his name to his great, great grandchildren.  Lest We Forget.

William Barringham Allison

To you from failing hands we throw the torch; be yours to hold it high.