Shedding a Tear for Remembrance

First of all I think of my dad. My dad, God rest his soul, he’s been dead now for five years. I think of him a lot at the Carleton York monument here in Fredericton. I go to it. I shed a tear for him. I also shed a tear for a few soldiers that I knew that died of other related incidents, not in the military. But I also shed a tear for the soldiers that are, that have died and when their names are mentioned it bothers me. It means a lot to me and I’ll give you how much or let me tell you this, two years ago I was travelling to Quebec on Remembrance Day and I felt so bad that I wasn’t standing in front of a monument because I was listening to the radio station and he said we’re going to pause for a minute silence. I pulled the car over. And I stood outside the car in front of the car with my head bowed. That’s how proud I was and cars were going by and I was saying why aren’t you stopping? Why aren’t you stopping to honour your fallen? That’s how I felt. And people say well maybe that’s you’re crazy doing that, no I’m not crazy that’s, I felt guilty driving and not stopping to pay my respects. Even though I was miles away from a cenotaph. That was on the Trans Canada Highway on my way to Quebec and I pulled over. Yeah, did I cry? Yeah I had a few cries. I wanted to. Saying hey I’m sorry dad, I wasn’t at that monument this morning, but I got things to do. And I am hoping he heard me, you know, and it’s things like that and every Remembrance Day I do get choked up. I be quite honest with you and if a soldier doesn’t then there’s something wrong if he hasn’t lost a loved one and I have lost loved ones.