That looks like a 25-pounder, which is what my dad used. RCHA (Royal Canadian Horse Artillery), and he was at Monte Cassino too.My british grandfather was an officer in training. Eventually became a lieutenant for the Artillery regiment (Forget it's actual name). He actively chose this because he was strong in mathematics at the time. So it helped him properly aim aswell as project where and how the shells would pass through the air.
He was first in North Africa. He then got moved to Italy where he fought in the great battle of Monte Cassino.
(Photo doesn't have him in it, just googled the specific type of mobile artillery he controlled)
My Grandmother was part of a group of young women who worked out Norway I believe. Their primary duty was intercepting german transmissions, cracking the code, then relaying the gathered information to the allied forces.
Ya, my grandfather (on my mother's side) was gassed during WW1 as well. Had respiratory issues his entire life.My great grand uncle fought for Canada in World War One. I remember my grandfather taking me to see him when I was a child. He was gassed by the Germans but survived, though he was bed-ridden.
This company better find their place banning employees from wearing poppies. https://www.google.ca/amp/s/www.cbc.ca/amp/1.5791551
Yes it has a article in the link to them backing down rather quick.They lifted the ban. It was a bizarre thing to implement in the first place.
The poppy was proposed Port Arthur, Ontario.I've always found it ironic that the most military-obsessed country doesn't wear poppies. Guess not recognizing commonwealth traditions is more important.
My mom was engaged to an RAF officer, who was here trailing Canadian pilots, but he was called back and was killed in the Battle of Britain. She met my dad at a "welcome back" party by friends of my dad's parents, who just happened to invite a neighborhood girl.My grandpa (a Canadian) was a tank driver in WWII. When the war ended he was in England waiting to go back to canada and met my grandma there. Two weeks later they were married, and she moved to Canada with him 7 months later.
They were married for 73 years before she past away.
My grandpa is still alive at 102 years old, and strong as ox, although he lost most of his hearing during the war.