The Wedding Cake

Published in Legion Magazine, February 1964 By Joy Smith Exclusive Audio Version:    Many young people today probably have never heard the word “rationing,” but back in the “old days” of 1943 it had a very real meaning, particularly to those of us who were living in the U.K. Living in the south of...
  • God Knows

    February 11, 2014 by admin
    Published in Legion Magazine, November 1984 By Rosemary Hutchinson Exclusive Audio Version:   The year of our war 1944 finds me and my friend Charlie still driving cars in the RCAF, but Ottawa has lifted us out of Newfoundland and plunked us on a Yorkshire...
  • Escape

    February 4, 2014 by admin
    It was January, 1945, and bitterly cold. We were prisoners of war struggling along a snow-covered road in Czechoslovakia. Some had been in prison camps since the fall of France, others like myself since the Dieppe raid. Now the Germans had us on the move...
  • Faces of War

    January 27, 2014 by admin
    Published in Legion Magazine, March 1984 By Rosemary Hutchinson Exclusive Audio Version: My friend Charlie and I are cruising down the Strand in a Hillman. Now a Hillman, to the uninitiated, is a type of car spewed out to meet the emergency of wartime. It...
  • The Long and the Short and the Tall

    January 20, 2014 by admin
    Published in Legion Magazine, June 1972 By Ruth C. Auwarter Exclusive Audio Version:   I grew up in an unsophisticated atmosphere and in an uncomplicated way. Until I was nineteen or so, I grew like the wild rose that sprawled on the stone fences of...
  • A Bloody Miracle

    January 13, 2014 by admin
    Published in Legion Magazine, August 1982 By Eswyn Lyster Exclusive Audio Version:   The men of 3 Platoon of the Calgary Highlanders had been away from their unit for several weeks competing with mortar platoons of the Black Watch and Maisonneuve Regt. Battle schools, schemes...
  • My Sergeant Pilot

    December 23, 2013 by Sylvia Saunders
    Exclusive Audio Version As I approach my eighth decade, I think of him as my Sergeant Pilot. I know he neither is nor was any more mine than the moon or stars, yet there is something so profoundly personal in the fact that he wished...
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