Remembering Dad on Remembrance Day.

Dad spent the war in the British Merchant Navy, and a great deal of that time going from New York, USA to Murmansk, Russia. The North Atlantic is known for its storms and high seas; the Merchant ships spent the crossing bobbing around without any defense but the corvettes that accompanied them.

Whenever we had some sort of crisis going on (often a disagreement between me and Mum, or some sort of emotional issue), once the kerfuffle had quietened down, he was wont to say, "It is not as bad as the North Atlantic in winter." That definitely put things in perspective.

Though Dad was not overly religious, one of his favourite songs was Amazing Grace. I will listen that that played on the pipes at the Cenotaph Monday and think of Dad and all of the other unsung heroes of war.

Rest in Peace, Dad.