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    Thoughts on D-Day

    Another D-Day and Canadian soldiers wading into the surf against German gunfire. I’ve seen the pictures before, indeed, the landing craft doors opening and the beachfront houses are as familiar as my own house. And yet, my view might have been so different. I was three years old on June 6, 1944 and living in Trinidad, B.W.I., incredibly enough, with my missionary parents. D-Day was just another day in Paradise for me. And my mother; what did she think? Her maiden name was German, her ancestors emigrated to Canada from Pennsylvania, so both Y.E.L and Pennsilfaanisch-Deitsche. She spoke German, not to me, but to her father. Mom visited Germany in…