I was born 67 years ago today, but I am still that 10 year-old kid looking at model airplanes on display in the window of a men’s store on Jean-Talon Street in Montreal back in 1958.
There were no Harvards on display.
No Fleet Finches.
No Tiger Moths.
There was no Internet in 1958…
How could I have imagined back in 1958 that I would be sitting in my brother-in-law’s living room in 2009 in front of a 80 year-old WW II veteran who nobody in the family knew he was a sailor aboard HMCS Athabaskan which sank on April 29, 1944 and got rescued with 41 other sailors?
I just had to let the world know about my wife’s uncle and the story of HMCS Athabaskan.
I just had to…
But it did not stop there.
Next time, the best of Lest We Forget.