After the city of Caen was shelled and
bombed and flattened almost to nothing,
the Canadian army bulldozed a road through
the city of Caen.
That city stuck in my mind because
it was about approximately the
size of Charlottetown and
the population of Charlottetown.
So there was many, many bodies
under the rubble in this town and
it was hot, it was hot, hot weather.
I made countless trips back and
forth through Caen to the cities
around there - little places like Buron,
they were still fighting in it.
Countless trips but when I’d get to the
outskirts of Caen, I had a cowboy,
red cowboy handkerchief and
I’d put it on my nose and mouth
before I could ride through that
city with the stench,
with the dead bodies.