Every year I gather with my family and my community, usually in inclement weather, to pay homage to a group of people I have been fortunate enough not have been a part of.
In order to be counted within this group, you would have to have given the ultimate sacrifice of either your life or the life of someone you love.
We would like to think that their deaths were a heroic event, but that isn’t often the case. It was in life that they were heroic, when they went into battle in our name and were forever changed.
I watch the faces of those who’ve come back, as they march by me. Swallowing hard, my aching hands try to clap louder so they can hear my gratitude and my sorrow.
We may not always believe in the cause, but who can help but admire their willingness to go into certain hardship.
7000 Canadian soldiers participated in the Second Boer War (1899-1902). Like many wars our troops are sent to, our involvement in this one was a great source of conflict to Prime Minister, Sir Wilfred Laurier and his cabinet.
Surrounded by a ring of weeping trees, the Boer War Memorial fountain (Soldier’s fountain) was erected in 1903 to commemorate the 277 Canadian soldiers who died during this conflict.
Billy Pickering, a 16 year old Nova Scotian was chosen as a model for the Canadian Mounted Rifleman mounted on top of the Soldier’s Memorial Fountain. The producers of the fountain, the Walter MacFarlane & Company foundry, liked him so much they included his figure in future catalogues.
Frost gathers on the perennial borders.
Does this look like a toppled saluting dog to you? I wonder what Freud would say…