It's the eleventh again time to reflect on all of those young men over the years that were sent off to fight wars and still are. What horrors they have to endure and have endured for so many foolish reasons.

I woke early with my father heavy on my mind and got dressed and ready to go to the service in the park. Torn abit as my grandaughter was marching down town in that service, but my father and mother's memories are here in this park.

Bill, my grandson, and myself walked to the park and on the way I reflected on all of the town's men who used to stand by the post office almost all of them had fought in 1st or 2 ww wars. They have all passed away now. My father and grandfather would have been there. My father used to take my baby girl with him to stand and talk and would be oh so proud when one of his croonies would say " Mike she walks just like you". He'd come home and tell my mother and I with his chest about to burst with pride. And I then began to reflect on the fact that he would have been just as proud of my grandson that he never met.

At the park all of the legion, cadets, vets (not many now), brownies,guides, scouts, mounties, firemen paraded from the legion. Drummer was a man that I knew as a baby Phil Hartford. Service begun and as the minutes of silence was happening one of the cadets with the rifle fainted. He was alright in end. But three minutes turned into five.

I laid a wreath for my father and as I begun to weep, I seen my cousin in a wheel chair ( He has been in hospital for a month and they have only given him two months to live) so I stopped to talk to him. He did know me. But he is not in very good shape (Bill). It seemed so ironic as I was thinking on way up about Pauline my aunt and saying to myself she will be there this year but Bill will not as he is in hospital. Then I realized she won't as she passed away a few years ago.

So many of the older generation from this town have gone on that it now makes us the older generation. This town that I will always call Milltown and it is not as they combined the two and made one. But in my heart and soul it will always be Milltown to me.

I wish I had a picture of my father but he was before the digital time.