I don't know how I can follow that. She said it all.
She said it all, really, except that I'm disappointed. My father did go to war, and his father before him--my grandfather--and fought the war. They took their only son to go to war and prayed for him to come back. And he did come back, with a wife and two children. I know that if my father were alive today he would be really upset. My grandfather would have been really bad, and my grandmother. We were always told, when I was a kid growing up with my two cousins.... When we'd get mad at each other, I'd say to him that I'm British, and my gram would say, “You are not. Don't you ever say that. You are Canadian, because your father was Canadian. You are a Canadian; you are not British.”
I don't know. I feel bad, and not only for me. When I read the e-mails on Lisa and Doug's computer and saw all the other stories, I sat there and cried like a baby. I laughed and I cried when it happened to me. My sister took it very personally and cried for a couple of weeks. It's all she wants to talk about, night and day. Sometimes I just have to pretend when she calls me that I have to go to the door, because she is so upset. Really, she should have been the one here. She wouldn't be able to say too much, though.
I know that life goes on. But I still feel that everyone who came with their mother from the war should automatically be the way we were told by my grandparents and my father we were. And that's the way it should be.