On Sunday, I held my own 2-minute silent for Remembrance Sunday as Downing Street and the rest of the UK adapted to making the national event online. It felt strange but a working stop-gap. Over the past few years, it’s…
I remember…
When I was in my late teens, I visited a friend in Belgium. Her father, knowing I was Canadian, took me on an impromptu full day driving tour of the war graves of Flanders. There was a language barrier between…