Op-ed: Reflections on the hallowedness of our war memorials
Allow me to preface what follows by saying that I certainly mean not to paint any particular demographic or group with one brush.
I’m also only 35, so if this comes off as ‘old man yells at cloud’ or a ‘get off my lawn’ moment, I’ve got bigger problems.
It was June 5 when I was driving through downtown Red Deer, past the Cenotaph, and I saw something… something that has sat with me ever since.
The next day, June 6, would be the 80th anniversary of D-Day – the fateful day the Allied Forces stormed the beaches of Normandy, France, where many perished.