May 15, 2012

At the end of a long day, going to Judy’s father-in-law’s funeral in Moncton, we took a drive up Fisherman’s Reserve, to see the lobster boats, the colours, the setting sun, the fishing shacks. Something about this photo taken there, made me think of the destruction that war brings, the desolation of abandoned towns. Albert had lived 90 years, and as a young man flew a Lancaster bomber during wartime. We in contrast have never been touched by war. We are the privileged “baby boomers”. Some fight in wars still for Canada, but by choice. We have a life of “choice”. Albert was a part of the generation who gave it to us.

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