Today was mostly a travel day. This morning, before hopping back in the car going from the Somme region to Dieppe, we stopped by the Guillemont Road Cemetery, where we visited Raymond Asquith’s grave. He was the British Prime Minister’s son, yet there he lies, undistinguishable in death among the rest. Had someone not pointed his … More June 1: Dieppe
Passchendaele, the Somme, and now Vimy Ridge. These are all names you hear in history books, but nothing compares to experiencing the heat and humidity, zigzagging the trenches, or having thousands of white tombstones staring back at you, signifying so much more than for what they are. I can only imagine the men huddled in … More Remembrance: May 27 & 30
During this trip, I was asked to pick a soldier to present on. This is Alexander Decoteau’s story. … More My Soldier: Alexander Decoteau
Written for the CBF website, this reflection speaks to the act of remembrance. … More Keeping the Memory Alive
I say this every time, but I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired in my life.
You reach a point after the adrenaline starts to wear off and your three hours of sleep in the past 2 days really hits you like a brick when you’re traveling. … More The Departure: May 25 -26
Frozen Constellations 