Sunday, 24 August 2008
Last Female First World War Veteran Dies
Wednesday, 20 August 2008
Canada's Hundred Days
Between August 26 and September 2nd, the Canadian Corps launched their attack on the Hindenburg Line, starting at Canal du Nord. The fighting was intense, costing 11,400 causalities, but the Canadians broke the line.
On September 27th, the Canadians and British Armies began their next offensive. On this day the Canadian Corps captured Bourlon Wood. This, along with the British Armies' achievements smashed the Hindenburg Line. By October 11th, Cambrai was captured and the Canadian Corps stopped as a whole at Canal de la Sensee. For the next month individual divisions continued the advance, taking Valenciennes and coninuting to Mons.
Monday, 18 August 2008
So Now What?
Saturday, 16 August 2008
November 1918-December 1969
Now this is a piece of history that isn't widely known, but there was a large scale riot of Canadian soldiers a few weeks after Jack left camp. Conditions at Kinmel Park were far from ideal. Even though the war was over days were filled with marches, military exercises, and medical examinations. The food was bad and local store owners inflated their prices, so any luxurious the soldiers could have bought were expensive. Many soldiers just wanted to return home and start up their lives again, but military bureaucracy slowed them down. On March 4th 1,000 soldiers stationed there had enough. Canteens were burned, local store owners had their establishments destroyed and looted. On March 5th, officers and a few "loyal" troops tried to take control of the situation. Five Canadian soldiers were killed, twenty-eight injured, fifty-one were eventually court martialed. The government covered up the mutiny and records of it still are sealed to the public.
Jack arrived back in Canada on February 25th 1919 and soon was TOS with the 2 District Depot in Toronto to be discharged. He had been away from home all most three years and no doubt the reunion between him and Alma was a happy one.
While at #2 D.D, Jack under went a medical board, where they found him unfit for further duty in the CEF. He was discharged to a convalescent home as an out-patient, where the ongoing injury to his foot was finally looked at properly.
His discharge came into effect on March 18th 1919. Given his war service gratituty and later his "mut and jeff" campagin medals, Jack's war was finally over.
Unlike many returned soldiers, Jack was able to secure work quickly at his father-in-law's (Frank Kerr) tannery. Jack soon left this job as he could not stand the smell. Using the skills he learned while with the 123rd Pioneer Battalion, Jack went to work as an electrician with Toronto Hydro. He and Alma quickly settled down and had four children, Frank (my grandfather) Edward, Patricia and Milton.
In 1939, war was declared with Germany again. Frank, part of the 48th Highlanders, was one of the first soldiers to go over to England. He spent most of the war in England, where he rose to the rank of first Lieutenant. Edward joined the RCAF and went over to England in 1943. In February 1944, his bomber was shot down over Germany. There were no survivors.
Tuesday, 12 August 2008
Oh! It's A Lovely War!
Monday, 11 August 2008
Sunday, 10 August 2008
Pictures
December 1917-November 1918
December 1917 saw Jack still in hospital recovering from appendicitis (and the complications from the surgery.) On December 17th Jack was discharged from the hospital. Upon leaving the hospital, he was given a new kit of clothing (new boots, uniform, etc.) Two days after being discharged from the hospital, Jack reported back to the dispensary do to an abraded right heel. The cause? Ill fitting boots. To protect his foot, the boot was cut and for the next five months Jack could not wear any type of shoe or even walk on it. To make matters worse, the heel soon became infected. Jack soon recovered from this latest medical emergency and sent to the Canadian Convalescent Hospital at Woodcote Park in Epsom to recover further.
On March 11, 1918, Jack was pronounced fit for duty and transferred to the Canadian Engineer Training Depot (CETD) in Seaford, where he trained to head back to the front. For whatever reason this did not occur and in May 1918, Jack was taken on strength with the 1st Canadian Engineer Reserve Battalion, where he worked as a driver.
On November 9th 1918 (a year since Passchandeale) Jack reported to the 13th Canadian Hospital in Hastings with a case of influenza. The 1918 Influenza pandemic would eventually kill 20 million people worldwide. Many soldiers at the front and back in England fell victim to the virus.
But with all the tragedy, some good finally came. At 11:00am on November 11, 1918, the armistice was announced. The war was over.
For Jack, it brought an end to all most two years of overseas service (with 9 months of service at the front.)
Michael McDonagh, diary entry (11th November, 1918)
Looking through my window I saw passers by stopping each other and exchanging remarks before hurrying on. They were obviously excited but unperturbed. I rushed out and inquired what was the matter. "The Armistice!" they exclaimed, "The War is over!"I was stunned by the news, as if something highly improbable and difficult of belief had happened. It is not that what the papers have been saying about an Armistice had passed out of my mind, but that I had not expected the announcement of its success would have come so soon. Yet it was so. What is still more curious is that when I became fully seized of the tremendous nature of the event, though I was emotionally disturbed, I felt no joyous exultation. There was relief that the War was over, because it could not now end, as it might have done, in the crowning tragedy of the defeat of the Allies. I sorrowed for the millions of young men who had lost their lives; and perhaps more so for the living than for the dead - for the bereaved mothers and wives whose reawakened grief must in this hour of triumph be unbearably poignant. But what gave me the greatest shock was my feeling in regard to myself. A melancholy took possession of me when I came to realize, as I did quickly and keenly, that a great and unique episode in my life was past and gone, and, as I hoped as well as believed, would never be repeated. Our sense of the value of life and its excitements, so vividly heightened by the War, is, with one final leap of its flame today, about to expire in its ashes. Tomorrow we return to the monotonous and the humdrum. "So sad, so strange, the days that are no more!"