Partsman, If, your grandfather, was with the C.E.F., and attested with the 43rd. Batt. "The Cameron Highlanders of Canada", based in Winnipeg-note that there were TWO "Cameron Highlanders" battalions in the "Great War" Canadian Corps, - then he would probably have been wounded in the aftermaths of the battles of "Langemarck", a place in "The Ypres Salient", this was a run-up, one might say, to the living hell that came to be known as "Passchendaele", OR, possibly at the aftermath of "Hill 70", a separate engagement.
I can probably determine this from the material I have on hand, but, it would require some time to research it and I am too busy at present, however, if you know his enlistment number, I would suggest logging onto the site for the C.E.F. and someone there will be able to assist you.
Google "Canadian Expeditionary Force website" and that should get you to it. This is a volunteer effort to keep the memory of the almost incredible effort by the tiny nation of Canada, that was such an enormous factor in the over-all B.E.F. victory on "The Western Front". I am quite a "nut" about WWI, as many members of my family volunteered, Sir Samuel Hughes was a first cousin of one of my great-grandmothers and her son, my maternal G.F., an officer with the 21st.Batt., served under Sir Sam's younger brother, his cousin, Brig.-Gen. William St. Pierre Hughes, also a Canadian champion rifle shooter.
My great grand parents are from scotland, my grandfather was a boy when they came over. Went to Scotland as a small boy for a funeral,my granmother is american indian, one helluva combination.
I am 3/8ths german, with the rest supposed to be celtic and part of that going back to the scot clan. Must be why it gets my blood up yo hear the pipe's. An old scotsman my dad new would get PISSED it you called him scotch saying " SCOTT G*# D@#$& IT, YOU DRINK SCOTCH!"
I Love good bagpipes but it makes me want to shoot the bad pipe players
Years back I was at a mountain man camp and we had two players one foggy morning with out the other one knowing both of them got up just at day break at different ends of the camp and with in a minute of each other they started playing when they heard each other they started walking towards each other and met in the center of the camp. Both players were very very good.
That was an awesome day and one hell of a way to get your self out of bed
When I was 17 I visited my family in Scotland.My father's kin live on the West Coast,near the Isle of Skye and my Mother's on the East,near Aberdeen.Touring around one day,we stopped at Glencoe,where the the MacDonald clan was massaccared by the traitorous Cambells.It was foggy as it often is in the west of Scotland,and as we walked up the trail to the historic site a lone piper began to play.When we got to the top we found a memorial cairn,dedicated to The Parachute Regiment,and this is where he was playing,alone and with respect.The only other piping that every affected me like that was listening to another single piper playing in the rain at the Culloden Battlefield,where my ancestors fought the English with most of the Highland clans.You could feel the ghosts.I tried to learn the pipes when I was young but lost interest.Both my cousins played in Scottish University Pipe Bands and then in Scottish Regimental Bands when they joined up. Monashee
You have experience bagpipes in a foggy, or non visible distance, in a battlefield, in person, to get the real effect of them. When I was deployed in Iraq, an insane blackout sand storm rolled in during the middle of the day. The sun disappeared, day went to instant night, and you couldn't see 15 feet in front of you. I pulled my scarf up over my face to breath, and out in the distance it began. A bagpipe started playing and it's sound seemed to cut through the mass of dark, dust, and sand. It cut straight to my core and it is an experience I will never forget and will probably never be duplicated again. The bagpipes have to be my favorite instrument. Nothing packs as much raw emotion and power in my opinion. Turns out an American soldier decided to take that opportunity to play his pipes. Not sure how he did it in that thick sand storm.
This stuff is why I set by the Campfire.
Leo of the Land of Dyr
NRA FOR LIFE
I MISS SARAH
“In Trump We Trust.” Right????
SOMEBODY please tell TRH that Netanyahu NEVER said "Once we squeeze all we can out of the United States, it can dry up and blow away."
My family traces back to a male babe in arms that was carried from the Glencoe massacre , his immediate family slaughtered. I've not been YET but will go , god willing
When I was 17 I visited my family in Scotland.My father's kin live on the West Coast,near the Isle of Skye and my Mother's on the East,near Aberdeen.Touring around one day,we stopped at Glencoe,where the the MacDonald clan was massaccared by the traitorous Cambells.It was foggy as it often is in the west of Scotland,and as we walked up the trail to the historic site a lone piper began to play.When we got to the top we found a memorial cairn,dedicated to The Parachute Regiment,and this is where he was playing,alone and with respect.The only other piping that every affected me like that was listening to another single piper playing in the rain at the Culloden Battlefield,where my ancestors fought the English with most of the Highland clans.You could feel the ghosts.I tried to learn the pipes when I was young but lost interest.Both my cousins played in Scottish University Pipe Bands and then in Scottish Regimental Bands when they joined up. Monashee
MacArthur blood here. From piper blood aligned with the MacDonalds.
You have experience bagpipes in a foggy, or non visible distance, in a battlefield, in person, to get the real effect of them. When I was deployed in Iraq, an insane blackout sand storm rolled in during the middle of the day. The sun disappeared, day went to instant night, and you couldn't see 15 feet in front of you. I pulled my scarf up over my face to breath, and out in the distance it began. A bagpipe started playing and it's sound seemed to cut through the mass of dark, dust, and sand. It cut straight to my core and it is an experience I will never forget and will probably never be duplicated again. The bagpipes have to be my favorite instrument. Nothing packs as much raw emotion and power in my opinion. Turns out an American soldier decided to take that opportunity to play his pipes. Not sure how he did it in that thick sand storm.
Tip of the lid. Powerful words. Thank you. Thank you.
