|Francis Joseph Killeen|
I have two contrasting letters to offer for this week's prompt. One is deadly serious and the other...well, you decide.
The first is from the HQ of the Overseas Military Forces of Canada and likely determined that my father survived World War 1. He enlisted in the Canadian army when he was under age for combat and lied on his application forms claiming his birth year as 1898 instead of 1899. My grandmother wrote a letter informing the army of his true age and she received this letter back. Note the reply to her request was dated a little more than a month from when she wrote it - her letter traveled from Canada to England and through some kind of bureaucracy in such a short time. During a war! In 1918!
As soon as Dad turned nineteen he was moved to the firing line at Arras where he was wounded (gunshot to the eye) on his first day and shipped to Cambridge Hospital in Aldershot England to recover; of course the war ended and he never had to return to combat. He was a lucky guy.
My grandmother had two sons and a husband in the army. I guess she decided she'd done her part. As enlistments dwindled in Canada, recruitment posters became more and more explicit and guilt inducing.
How could you enjoy a hockey game after seeing this poster?
|Canadian Recruitment Poster|
The second letter is a "report from the front" - my six year old niece letting me know how the family was getting along. To me, it's priceless.
And that is ol from me this week.
Dear Reader. It is with great pleasure that I direct your attention to Sepia Saturday for more fascinating letters . Sincerely, Anntie Hulin.