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  • Normandy, A Soldier’s View

    May 1, 2002 by Legion Magazine
    by Ken Huxtable Soldiers take a few moments to relax with some music amid the destroyed and very dusty city of Caen, France. After rushing through breakfast on the morning of June 6, 1944, members of our unit—the 203 Canadian Infantry Ordnance Sub Park—left the...
  • Joining Up

    March 1, 2002 by Legion Magazine
    by Benjamin Errett   It wouldn’t exactly be true to say I joined The Royal Canadian Legion last October in a burst of post-Sept. 11th patriotic fervour. I had been planning it long before then, largely for the access to cheap roast beef dinners and...
  • A Search For Something Better

    March 1, 2002 by Legion Magazine
    by Inspector Graham Muir   Vlade Maric and his family welcomed us into their home on a warm spring day in 1993. It was our first day in Croatia and unlike our military brethren who were garrisoned in one fashion or another, Inspector Bob Munro...
  • Zero Hour

    March 1, 2002 by Legion Magazine
    by John M. Robertson   It was April 1, but His Majesty’s Ship Indefatigable had been plowing a furrow back and forth across the Pacific for so many uneventful weeks that we were in no mood for April Fool’s jokes. The 766-foot aircraft carrier had...
  • Safe Conduct

    January 1, 2002 by Legion Magazine
    by Michael Crossling   Every month when I visit my local pharmacist to pick up a supply of prescription drugs I am obliged to either sit or stand next to the dispensing counter that features a large display of condoms. The display is usually stocked...
  • Through A Child’s Eyes

    January 1, 2002 by Legion Magazine
    by M.H. McKee   I was just a youngster when the Germans occupied the Netherlands in World War II. My family lived 25 miles southwest of Nijmegen, in a city called ‘s-Hertogenbosch. My father owned a seafood store and he would sometimes tease the German...