In the first book I produced, I showed everybody who died—from all the graveyards—and then I went to a second book and I just produced the names of the people who were left out of the Books of Remembrance. Now, in the first book I say that Veterans Affairs took it upon itself to say that you, even though you were in Germany, a long way from your parents and you were killed in a car accident, are not in the book. I'm not picking on the air force. Don't get me wrong. I was air force. An hour before you left work you serviced an aircraft. The aircraft went up in the air and crashed, and the pilot was killed. He's in the book. You're not in the book. The jobs were not exactly similar, but you were both a long way from your country. Your country sent you there. The 1950s were not a time when you said, “Oh, I don't want to go there.”
I was in Halifax in the winter of 1956. A troop train arrived from Quebec City. The provost had secured the troop train, and it went right into the station in Halifax, and they closed the station. It was too late. There was a snowstorm and there was no supper for the troops. I was stationed there. I went and knocked on the door to see the provost. I spent about three hours running back and forth to a restaurant to get these soldiers coffee. At 12:00 they marched across Pier 21 and I went back to my barracks. At 3:30 in the morning I heard the SS New York blow as it cleared Halifax. The next thing I heard, my brother was killed. I wonder—