11/12/2025
“I was sixteen when they put a rifle in my hands.
The war was nearly over, but nobody told us that. We were just boys. We were scared, hungry, and told we were defending our country. I didn’t understand what that meant. All I knew was that the world around me was collapsing, and somehow, I was now part of it... whether I liked it or not.”
My grandfather told me that story only once.
He was a German teenager forced to fight near the end of the Second World War. A child caught in a war he didn’t choose.
He wasn’t proud of it, but he carried it with him every day of his life. The guilt, the grief, and the understanding that even survival could feel like a kind of loss.
He taught me that remembrance isn’t just about honouring one side or another. It’s about remembering what happens when humanity loses its way.
It’s about learning from every story. From those who fought for freedom and those who were trapped by tyranny, so we never repeat the same mistakes.
Today, as I stood at the Downtown Chilliwack Remembrance Day Ceremony representing the Chilliwack School District, I thought about him.
I thought about all the young people who’ve been sent to fight wars they didn’t start and about how fragile peace truly is.
Remembrance Day isn’t just about those who died; it’s also about those who lived.
Those who came home changed.
Those who bring wisdom carved from pain and experience.
They deserve not only our gratitude, but our compassion, no matter the battles they continue to face.
We honour them by standing together, by learning, and by protecting the freedoms they fought, and so many gave their lives for.
Lest we forget. 🍁❤️🏵️