As with so many other things, 2020 is going to make it difficult to honour those who fought for our freedom. As per the Canadian Legion website, “Remembrance Day is a day for all Canadians to remember the men and women who served and sacrificed for our country. It is a day we encourage every individual, young and old, to pause, to give thanks and to remember.”
On Remembrance Day, the family member that I think about is my maternal Great Uncle, George Hogarth who was a Spitfire pilot. His role in WW2 is noted in the book, Malta Spitfire – The Buzz Beurling Story by George Beurling and Leslie Roberts…
“Following a couple of routine scrambles earlier in the day, McElroy, Carter, Hogarth and Gass went up to intercept seventeen Me’s (German Messerschmitts) over the sea. Before they ever got into the action an Me dived on Gass, who had fallen slightly behind the formation, and got him with one quick burst. In the melee proper Hogy’s ship was badly shot up and the white streamer of his leaking glycol could be seen from the ground while he was still up high. He made an attempt to land on a new drome south of Luqa, undershot and hit a rock, off which he caromed into a building. They said he had fractured his skull and bruised his brain. His head had been badly grazed by a bullet and I guess the poor kid had tried to make a landing half-dazed. He died in hospital that night, one of the best guys Canada ever sent over to fly.”
Great Uncle George had been scrambling against the Germans almost daily for 6 months before he was killed. They were frequently outnumbered 4 – 1. He died at age 19. With my own children aged 23, 21 and 20 this particular fact always amazes me. Our family is very proud of his service.