I don’t want to go to Don Cherry on y’all, but take a moment on Friday morning to think about Canada’s fighting men and women.
Especially the ones who didn’t come back.
Remembrance Day isn’t just about hockey masks.
John McCrae’s In Flanders Fields gets many readings on Nov. 11.
My taste runs more toward Wilfred Owen, writing about the senseless meat-grinder that was the Great War: