tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-163350542011-12-02T12:14:26.422-05:00We are a group of local (Cambridge, Ontario, Canada) writers and artists who understand the importance of recording the stories of the warriors and peacekeepers who fought for our freedom and the freedom of others. We plan on publishing 3 volumes over the next 18 months, the first, tentatively titled "The Cambridge Wartime Scrapbook" to be published later this year.lionhearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06975932918444605124noreply@blogger.comBlogger381100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16335054.post-1129685080883488622005-10-18T21:23:00.000-04:002005-10-18T21:33:44.816-04:00

We are now taking orders for Volume 1. We are in the final stages of layout, we have our ISBN and we are waiting for our CIP, the final step before we print our proof. As we are printing on demand we require advance orders for the first printing. The price is $20 per copy for advance orders. The list price will be $24.95. We require payment by November 1st at the latest. Cheques may be made

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Two of our member's were published in today's Cambridge Times!Scot's article on Betty Betts vs. City of Cambridge CemeteriesScotty's guest column on his trip across Canada

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Our front cover 

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Our second meeting is almost upon us.Time: Monday, September 26, 2005 Business Meeting: 7:00 p.m. General Meeting: 7:30 p.m.Place: Cambridge Armouries, 1 Valour Place, Cambridge Ontario (next to Ainslie Street bus terminal)For a map, click on:Map of 1 Valour Pl Cambridge, ON CAOn the Agenda: Incorporation News Submission Deadlines Advance Copy Orders Board Member

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(Note: after I posted this, I received an email from Stella at Serengeti, advising me that I had mistyped the website address, which is now corrected. She also asked me to add that the book is available to veterans for the reduced price of $15.)Excerpt from Introduction, John B. Lee, Poet & Author:The poets within the pages of the anthology, Witness, refuse the lie agreed upon. One great lessson

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9 JulyWith a white field dressing wrapped around his head, Lt. Doug Barrie left the Regimental Aid Post to find what was left of his platoon; filled with a sense of urgency he might never have felt over come him before. He had to know what had happened; and who may be dead or wounded.Early in the battle, as he approached the anti tank ditch, he had been struck in the head by shrapnel and knocked

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Lieutenant Chuck Campbell was in a semi conscious state when Major Edwards came up to his trench, sometime just after midnight:"Charlie," he said, "I have to go to an O Group at brigade, I want you to come with me."Like a zombie, Chuck climbed out and followed him. His body and mind seemed as though they were functioning on reflexes only. Like the others by this time, he was feeling completely

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OverpoweredLt. Col. Griffiths was beside himself in frustration. He, RSM George Rutherford, Lt. Chuck Campbell and several signalers had gone in just behind A Company, through heavy shelling in the grain field and into Buron itself. They were in the thick of the battle, surrounded by unbelievable violence which stunned the senses, laying a surreal blanket over everything a man could see. Some of

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C Coy: "We’re gonna charge!"Back at the start line, Lt. Col. Griffiths ordered the second wave companies to step off, him going in with Able. At C Company's 13 Platoon, Privates George Mummery and Don Geroy had no idea how bad things were with the two forward companies, yet.The volunteer piper, Private Sagan, stood up first at the very front of C Company. He breathed air into his bagpipes,

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As the wheat field came to an end, Private Jack Tufford and the rest of his section brought their weapons into their shoulders. They had so far made it through some of the enemy=s mortars, and were in good shape to close the last few hundred yards to Buron. Without stopping B and D Companies stepped out from the field of grain and it was at this moment the maelstrom of violence began.From less

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"Oh well, we had to get up anyways"The twenty five pound guns of 19 Battery opened up just before 0500, they wanted the first volley of rounds to land in Buron to signal the beginning of the attack right on time. The same thing was happening to battalion targets across the entire British/Canadian front at that very moment; a gigantic shower of high explosive over miles of frontage. Men peered up

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Doug Barrie’s Patrol12 JuneD Day plus 6Lieutenant Doug Barrie took up the rifle as an afterthought; his mind heavily preoccupied with the details of his first mission ever issued to him in war. He was, on this very evening, to take selected men from his platoon forward and capture a prisoner for interrogation. Higher headquarters was insisting on prisoners as proof that the line battalions were

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"There will be a slight delay while we get our helmets on..."The burial party looked up to the sky, responding automatically to the peculiar sound of air being cut through by one or more shells sailing in a gentle arc towards them. Trying to maintain an air of placid reflection, Padre Jock exclaimed to the small group:"There will now be a slight delay while we get our helmets on..."Later in life,

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RSM Ted Rhodes is KilledThe Germans possessed also a giant railway gun, which did fire two car sized shells into the HLI positions. One was a dud, the other wounded RSM Ted Rhodes, who was from the original Militia crew from Galt.By the time Padre Jock Anderson had the jeep loaded with him on a stretcher, it was dark. On his way back to the rear echelon, his jeep collided with a British one

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"Hell’s Corners"First Lessons of WarLes Buissance / Villons les BuissanceCaptain Walter Griggs lay prone with the men under his command. The selected HLI soldiers of pioneer platoon had spread out about a double arms width across and lay down to clear their individual lane of mines by inserting bayonets into the ground in front of them on a forty five degree angle. It's called prodding.While

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Stuck on the BeachLt. Col. Smokey Griffiths, who managed to get off of his stranded LCI, was uncomfortable about the building mass of troops occupying such a small area. It was his ingrained training to spread out all men, vehicles and heavy weapons whenever possible to avoid enemy aircraft and artillery from inflicting heavy casualties.In addition, they had been briefed before the invasion that

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This is itThe following day arrived with renewed assurance from the officers that they were going to invade.It was between 1300 and 1400 hours on the fifth when the craft slipped quietly out of the harbor, in daylight, with no fanfare except for waving dock workers wishing the Canadians good luck on their historic undertaking. One of the pipers played Road to the Isles as the men were carried off

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3 JuneAfter watching their own team defeat the SD and G's yet again in an afternoon baseball match, the men were issued camp cots, which were met with favor over the hard ground; however, it did nothing to quell uneasy spirits.They had been quarantined; isolated from the surrounding community and thrown into the sausage machine to execute what they were eventually told was the real thing. But the

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Smokey Takes CommandOn 15 January 1944, Major Griffiths was promoted to Lieutenant Colonel and took over command of the HLI of C. An army-wide medical examination revealed that Shantz was physically unfit for duty. The somewhat overweight man had to return to Canada due to a heart condition.Frank MacCallum Griffiths was not from Galt, he was living in Niagara Falls before the war. He had been

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I recently met a hero. Forget about Spiderman, Superman and the rest, Cambridge resident Fred Jarman is the "real deal."D-Day. The Rhine Crossing. The Liberation of the Netherlands. Fred Jarman was there.Sgt. Jarman was awarded the Military Medal for his “display of courage and devotion to duty” during the Rhine Crossing. Platoon Sergeant for 13 Platoon “C” Company in the Galt based Highland

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When Jack Sutton was 86, the Cambridge native recalled his days in 1934 as a 16-year-old who wanted to join the supplementary reserve of the Royal Army Service Corp in Bolton, Lancashire, England and his subsequent meeting with a Sergeant Bland. "Sorry Jack," he advised, "but you have to be 17 years of age to join the Corp." To which Jack replied, "Yes, sir! That is what I said. I’m 17." "That’s

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As Long As there Are Poppies in memory’s fields bones lie beneath a soil once scarred by war now healed through time silent in the consecration of generations where on these fields in the cannon’s mouth noble dreams of valour of duty to King and Country surrender to a death that glory cannot annul the rancorous tang of bloodshed still lingers

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you speak for the fallen you speak for the fallen you who march as each year passes in twilight steps and carry the torch in fading hands who honour the heroism of sacrifice and ask of us only remembrance you speak for the fallen those spectral whispers in the silence of the eleventh hour their breath, a chilled breeze in brittle autumn, leaves the lingering

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On The BeachFor the walking men, it was a short wade from the parked landing craft to the beach. Once a soldier's wet feet stepped out of the Channel onto dry land, he joined the compacted mass of others gradually shuffling their way off the beach.At high tide, only a few yards separated the sea from a three foot high retaining wall made of concrete. Behind this wall some vehicles took refuge

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"Last Man, Last Round"Operation Overlord29 May, 1944BotleySecurity was tight, but that didn't mean it was for real. Armed English soldiers patrolled perimeters and manned vehicle checkpoints, no one soldier was allowed to leave their unit lines and would be physically stopped if they wandered past the boundary. It is the measures taken by a unit preparing for an operation; preparing for

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I decided last Remembrance Day to research why my grandfather had been awarded the Military Cross. This was a question my son asked my biological father, and dad had no answer…he had never known him, and I never knew my father until recently. All we really knew was that his name was on the monument in Queen’s Square, along with many other

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Scot read the following poem at the first meeting: It is the soldier, not the reporter, Who has given us freedom of the press. It is the soldier, not the poet, Who has given us freedom of speech. It is the soldier, not the campus organizer, Who has given us the freedom to demonstrate. It is the soldier, not the lawyer, Who has given us the right to a

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Sweater for a Soldierby Becky AlexanderMy father, Jim Alexander, served overseas with the Lincoln and Welland Regiment during WWII. He was one of four Hespeler boys to receive the Military Medal for bravery. The others were Fred Baker, George Edmonds and John Spencer. This recount of one of my dad's war stories, is dedicated to their memory. (B.A.) During World War II, my father was on active

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One of the most rewarding times I have had as a writer is when I opened the Cambridge Times on August 25th and saw these pictures. While at Branch 121 of the Legion after the ceremonies a little girl came up to me and asked me to take her brother's picture with their grandfather's medals for the newspaper. I told her no. She had been running around all day with a digital camera and had some

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Lieutenant Doug Barrie grabbed the sides of the command carrier as it lurched forward again after one of its many halts. Just ahead, the loud, sharp crack of cannon fire had ended and the Shermans resumed the advance again, leaving behind the victims of their ambush.A troop of unlucky German armored reconnaissance cars had been spotted traveling blindly towards the beach, in search of their enemy

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This article was written completely from information found at the Cambridge Archives. The Archives have six scrapbooks with nothing but local news articles from the war years, all of them indexed and easy to use. There is also a database with the names of over 6,000local veterans.Twin Brothers did everything together by Scot FergusonFrom the time they were born in the Galt Hospital on July 25,

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The Mural of Memories is painted by Cambridge artist Dave Sopha on the side of the Royal Bank on King Street (in Preston). This will be featured on our first cover, to be accompanied by a story about what the different parts of the mural mean to him and who he used for models.

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SNAPSHOTSThe leaders spokeof the Big Picture,of the Allied Effort,of the largest military operationever stagedthey spoke ofthe Big Pictureand how the tide turned against one man's tyrannyand on bloodstainedwindswept beachesthe liberation of a continent beganthe leaders spoke of the Big Pictureof a lifetime agobut the old soldiersveterans,the soldiers who came backclutched snapshotsLittle

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Bill Husson and Tom Milnecut the ribbon on Veteran'sWay in CambridgeDefying all odds and with luck on his side Bill Husson piloted a Lancaster Bomber on 30 raids in the second world ware and on one occasion flew over the lion’s den, raiding Hitler’s Alpine retreat at Berchtesgaden. Bill’s four engine Lancaster Bomber lifted off from England on thirty missions and managed to bring his Royal

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Families wave to departing soldiers at the Galt Train Station (above)HLI land at Juno Beach on D-Day (note the bicycles)

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Hello everyone and welcome to The Remembrance Project's blog.I'm totally new to this "blogging thing" so bear with me while I learn the ropes.This (I hope) will be a place to keep up to date on the progress we're making, fundraising ventures, requests for input, pictures, and anything else we can think of. Your feedback is not only welcome, we need it! Please let us know your ideas. We're waiting

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Much of the work you see here has not been through the final editing process. (with most of my posts it's easiest for Jen to edit them here!) This is a workplace where you can have input into the process, and watch the book as it develops. Comments and constructive criticism are very much appreciated. The small blue checkbox you see at the very bottom of the page, it keeps track of how many "hits

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People of all ages came out for the meeting at the Cambridge Centre for the Arts. The youngest, 8 year old Tamara, wants to write about her grandfather. Colonel Doug Barrie (ret.), standing at the end of the table, was in Europe with the HLI and realizes more than any of us why we need to get these stories now. Writers and artists of various experience, and veterans and thier families round out

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