one of the residents at my work received a plaque
it commemorates his years serving in the RAF during WWII.
he signed up when he was 18, in 1939.
he flew four different planes in four different battles
and survived being shot down by the enemy four times
and says that he won't talk about killing anybody
in a way that lets you know that he did.
he's lived in canada for a long time and has also served in the RCAF
he gets lots of visitors who he's instructed and helped over the years
they pick him up, take him to appointments, get his groceries
and every one of them has a story about how he helped them
at least once or twice.
it's really nice to see someone surrounded by so much love in their old age
if only we could all be so lucky.
