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A Disclaimer, of sorts .... |
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I wish to make it clear that nothing that follows is fiction. Everything that is contained in this record is true, to the best of my recollection. If I have offended anyone, or if you think that I have defamed your character, please believe that such an intention was furthest from my thoughts. I love all my comrades, and would not seek to do them harm either by word or by deed. |
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If, perchance, you should read these lines, I beg you, be kind in your critisim. I am no a writer, and this, apart from a few hastily, and sometimes ill-advised letters to the editor, is my first attempt at publishing.
Another point I want to make at the outset: I do not plan to dwell on he inhumanity of our captors or the grievous wrongs that were visited upon us during our stay in the prison camps. That has been done often enough. I do not wish to treat our experiences in a frivolous manner, however. That would be an affront to the memory of all those brave men who left their bones in a foreign land, and those who survived and are still suffering in mind and in body.
No, the attitude that brought me through those trials, I firmly believe, was my abilty to search for the bright side of the situation. Sometimes I found it, sometimes I even found humour. That is the theme that I want to follow in the simple lines written here. |
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In My Memory |
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The Sound of a Distant Bugle Calls |
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The sound of a distant bugle floating through the long grass at Quite Viti, where we were on some sort of manoeuver, haunts my memory, haunts my dreams. It is a sound I shall never forget. It seemed to signal a farewell to my innocence, for soon thereafter my youth was swept away, replaced by the struggle to survive. For four years all my efforts would be concentrated on the determination to overcome the brutal conditions under which I was forced to spend my youth. It would be four long years until I saw Canada again and returned to a normal life. I cannot understand why I, at 80 years of age, am in such relatively good health, and looking foward to the future when so many of my comrades have gone beyound the veil. I am blessed. How long will it last? That I shall not dwell on. |
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