It was cold this morning, very cold and the wind made it seem worse. It was just about 0° F. but it felt like 10° F Below.

In Canada, it was Remembrance Day, and in the US, the day is Veterans Day. In both cases the veteran of all the wars is honoured and remembered and so they should be.

Recently Canada lost 53-year-old Warrant Officer Patrice Vincent, and 24-year-old Cpl. Nathan Cirillo to a couple of lone wolf attacks, who were both radicalised Muslims. To me this brought home just how vulnerable we as a nation is to this kind of thing. By that I mean, the enemy is already here!

I have the greatest respect for the men in our armed forces Warrant Officer Vincent was deliberately mowed down by a man driving a car. He was caught when he rolled his car after the attack, while being pursued by the police. He pulled a knife and was dropped where he stood. Cpl. Cirillo was shot and killed as he guarded one of our most honoured establishments in Ottawa, the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier. The killer proceeded from there into our Parliament building firing at doorways and people, and he too was dropped by gunfire from the Sergeant at Arms in the Parliament Building.

It has been a long time since I have attended a Remembrance Day Ceremony, and about as long since I watched it on TV. Today I watched on TV, the ceremony at the Military Museums in Calgary. A lot of people out there braving the cold for the occasion. I was even impressed with the speeches!

I got an email from a person near and dear and it is just too good to not pass on to my readers, as it deals with the above subject.

“He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.

Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.

And ‘tho sometimes to his neighbours
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.

But we’ll hear his tales no longer,
For ol’ Joe has passed away,
And the world’s a little poorer
For a Veteran died today.

He won’t be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.

He held a job and raised a family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won’t note his passing,
‘Tho a Veteran died today.

When politicians leave this earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing,
And proclaim that they were great.

Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were young,
But the passing of a Veteran
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.

Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?

Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life?

The politician’s stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.

While the ordinary Veteran,
Who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.

It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom
That our country now enjoys.

Should you find yourself in danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out,
With his ever-waffling stand?

Or would you want a Veteran
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Veteran,
Who would fight until the end.

He was just a common Veteran,
And his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us
We may need his likes again.

For when countries are in conflict,
We find the Veteran’s part,
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.

If we cannot do him honour
While he’s here to hear the praise,
Then at least let’s give him homage
At the ending of his days.

Perhaps just a simple headline
In the paper that might say:

Good poem isn’t it!

Another email from another of my very old buddies that is worth a read, and it too reflects on a veteran, and his values. Take a look.


I Am the New Democratic, Conservative, or Liberal Party’s Worst Nightmare.

I am a Master Mason.  I work hard and long hours with my hands to earn a living.

I believe in God and the freedom of religion, but I don’t push it on others.

I ride Harley Davidson Motorcycles, and drive Canadian-made cars, and I believe in Canadian products and buy them whenever I can.

I believe the money I make belongs to me and not some governmental functionary that wants to share it with others who don’t work!

I’m in touch with my feelings and I like it that way!

I think being a minority does not make you noble or victimized, and does not entitle you to anything.  Get over it!

I believe everyone has a right to pray to his or her God when and where they want to.

My heroes are Malcolm Forbes, John Wayne, Babe Ruth, Roy Rogers, and Willie G.  Davidson, who makes the awesome Harley Davidson Motorcycles.

I don’t hate the rich.  I don’t pity the poor.

I know wrestling is fake and I don’t waste my time watching or arguing about it.

I’ve never owned a slave, nor was I a slave.  I haven’t burned any witches or been persecuted by the Turks, and neither have you!

I believe if you don’t like the way things are here, go back to where you came from and change your own country!

This is Canada …We like it the way it is and more so the way it was …so stop trying to change it to look like Russia or China, or some other socialist country!

If you were born here and don’t like it, you’re free to move to any country that will have you.

No, I don’t mind having my face shown on my driver’s license.  I think it’s good …and yes, I’m proud that ‘ Canada ‘ is written on my money.

I think if you are too stupid to know how a ballot works, I don’t want you deciding who should be running our government for the next four years.

I believe ‘illegal’ is illegal no matter what the lawyers think!

I believe the Canadian flag should be the only one allowed in Canada !

If this makes me a BAD Canadian, then yes, I’m a BAD Canadian.

We want our country back!

I hope this offends all illegal aliens .

My grandfather watched as his friends died in WW I.  My father watched as his friends died in WW II .

So I’m standing up for the hundreds of thousands who died fighting in wars for this country, and the Canadian flag. Enough is enough .

This message needs to be viewed by every Canadian; and every Canadian needs to stand up for Canada.

We’ve bent over to appease the Canada-haters long enough.

And shame on anyone who tries to make this a racist message.

Canadians, stop giving away Your RIGHTS !

Let me make this clear!  THIS IS MY COUNTRY!

This statement DOES NOT mean I’m against immigration!

YOU’RE WELCOME HERE .  IN MY COUNTRY .  welcome to come legally, but please:

1.  Get a sponsor!

2.  Learn the LANGUAGE , as immigrants have in the past!

3.  Live by OUR rules!

4.  Get a job!

5.  Expect No Social Security until you have earned and PAID for it!

6.  NOW find a place to lay your head!

We’ve gone so far the other way .  .  .  bent over backwards not to offend anyone.  Only Canadians seems to care when Canadian Citizens are being offended!

WAKE UP Canada !


Shifting to a lighter note! This is a video of a car plant, where cars are assembled as they are today. I can remember vividly the times I was in the assembly plant in Oshawa where General Motors vehicles were assembled. It was very much mechanised but not this much. Take a look: assembly plant

This kind of site is getting common with all the digital devices posted in the world today. This is a compilation of some VERY scary moments: scary

It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died.  Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
George S.  Patton


Kevin had shingles.
Those of us who spend much time in a doctor’s office should appreciate this!
Doesn’t it seem more and more that physicians are running their practices like an assembly line?
Here’s what happened to Kevin:

Kevin walked into a doctor’s office and the receptionist asked him what he had.  Kevin said: ‘Shingles.’ So she wrote down his name, address, medical insurance number and told him to have a seat.

Fifteen minutes later a nurse’s aide came out and asked Kevin what he had….
Kevin said, ‘Shingles.’ So she wrote down his height, weight, a complete medical history and told Kevin to wait in the examining room.

A half hour later a nurse came in and asked Kevin what he had.  Kevin said, ‘Shingles..’ So the nurse gave Kevin a blood test, a blood pressure test, an electrocardiogram, and told Kevin to take off all his clothes and wait for the doctor.

An hour later the doctor came in and found Kevin sitting patiently in the nude and asked Kevin what he had.

Kevin said, ‘Shingles.’ The doctor asked, ‘Where?’ Kevin said, ‘Outside on the truck.

Where do you want me to unload ’em??’
Carolyn, a very rich blonde, buys a new automatic Jaguar XKR Sports car.

She drives the car perfectly well during the day, but at night, the car just won’t go at all.

After trying to drive the car at night for a week (but without any luck), she furiously calls the Jaguar dealer, and they send out a technician to her.

The technician examines the car and finds nothing wrong with it.

So he turns to the blonde and asks:

"Ma’am, are you sure you are using the right gears?"

Full of anger, the blonde replies:

"You nut, you idiot, how on earth you could ask such a question?  I’m not stupid you know!

Of course I am using the right gears; I use "D" during the day and "N" at night."

Have a Great Day, and be nice to one another.
Ross Smile


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