I hoped I’d have some real poppies, but the last flower dropped its petals yesterday. Like a lot of older people, I know November the 11th as Armistice Day. It was called that because it marked the signing of the document that formally ended the Great War in 1918. I guess I’m showing my own age to say that my dear dad, Russ Wheeler, fought in that war. He was in the 44th Battalion. Luckily for us he survived the terrible wound he received at Passchendaele and came home to be our dad
