Fast forward to the summer of 2011. A collector of militaria is given this helmet:
It's pretty rusty and beat-up, but it does have a patch with a number that identifies the original owner. Who happened to be my Dad.
From my Dad's war records, I confirmed the number on the helmet was his. I have no idea how this helmet ended up in farm in Alberta. The previous owner said he didn't know my father. Since Dad was a POW, he came back to Canada with little of his military stuff. I never heard him mention a uniform or piece of equipment that he brought back. I certainly never saw one.
Dad's been gone since 2001. Finding this link to him a day before Remembrance Day is like getting a message from him. Maybe he wants us to tell his story. Or maybe he just wants us to remember.
Please take a moment on this Remembrance Day, November 11, to remember the sacrifices and contributions of soldiers from wars past and present,
That's amazing, Jana. I have goosebumps reading it!
ReplyDeletePerhaps your next work - the story of the helmet from WWII to present day.
And thank you to the veterans, both here and gone, who fought for our freedom.
Hi Janet,
ReplyDeleteYes, this gave me goosebumps too. Since I posted this, my niece contacted the collector. He told her that a friend in Delisle, Sask. remembered that he collected WW2 stuff and gave it to him this summer. He was clearing out his dad's farm after his death, and apparently this helmet had been kicking around there for years. His dad did not know my dad, and he didn't know how the helmet came to be on his father's farm. The collector went on to say that he put the helmet on the head of a mannequin dressed in the uniform of the Regina Rifles, so he (it?) looks much like my Dad would have in 1944. I'm pleased that the helmet now belongs to someone who truly appreciates it.
Jana