It's an emotional time for many as we take time to remember and recognize those who have served us in times of war.
My late father, George, served in the Royal Canadian Air Force during World War II. He volunteered on his 18th birthday in 1942. He didn't see combat action and, you know, that bothered him until the day he died.
That was something I didn't understand as a boy and we discussed it. I told him I didn't think I'd have the guts to volunteer and serve in the military.
My dad told me I would if my family and friends were joining and going to war.
And so, on Remembrance Day, I think about my dad and my family and their friends, our friends, who served, fought and sacrificed for me, for us. And I silently thank them in my own way for what they did so that I was never faced with that decision.