Private Donald Mainland  (at bottom right) is pictured with members of the Fort Garry Horse. [PHOTO: COURTESY DON GILLMOR]

In The Dying Hours Of War: The Fate Of Two Brothers

In mid-October 1918, my grandfather, Donald Mainland, was near Maurois, France, with the Fort Garry Horse. A welterweight—150 pounds, five feet six inches, with sandy hair and grey eyes, Donald was older than some of the men in the trenches. His 25th birthday had just passed without...
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