Remember

Your humble scribe's thoughts turn today, as do most Canadians', to fallen heroes.

I've always had a profound respect for veterans, but the abstract became a little more concrete when some genealogical research turned up the particulars of the a member of my own family.

So now, every November 11th, I think of my great-uncle, Flight Sub Lieutenant Sydney Emerson Ellis of the Royal Naval Air Service, a bona fide World War I flying ace, whose Sopwith Camel went into an irrecoverable spin on a July day in 1917 and crashed, killing him at the ripe old age of 21.

Thanks, Uncle Sydney.