And he sat around the Legion, telling stories of the past
Of a war that he had fought in and the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies; they were heroes, every one.
And tho' sometimes, to his neighbors, his tales became a joke,
All his Legion buddies listened, for they knew whereof he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no longer for old Bill has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer, for a soldier died today.
He will not be mourned by many, just his children and his wife,
For he lived an ordinary and quite uneventful life.
Held a job and raised a family, quietly going his own way,
And the world won't note his passing, though a soldier died today.
When politicians leave this earth, their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their passing and proclaim that they were great.
Papers tell their whole life stories, from the time that they were young,
But the passing of a soldier goes unnoticed and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution to the welfare of our land
A guy who breaks his promises and cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow who, in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his Country and offers up his life?
A politician's stipend and the style in which he lives
Are sometimes disproportionate to the service that he gives.
While the ordinary soldier, who offered up his all,
Is paid off with a medal and perhaps, a pension small.
It's so easy to forget them for it was so long ago,
That the old Bills of our Country went to battle, but we know
It was not the politicians, with their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom that our Country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in danger, with your enemies at hand,
Would you want a politician with his ever-shifting stand?
Or would you prefer a soldier, who has sworn to defend
His home, his kin and Country and would fight until the end?
He was just a common soldier and his ranks are growing thin,
But his presence should remind us we may need his like again.
For when countries are in conflict, then we find the soldier's part
Is to clean up all the troubles that the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honor while he's here to hear the praise,
Then at least let's give him homage at the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline in a paper that would say,
Our Country is in mourning, for a soldier died today.
WWII VETERAN CONNIE BUDD
Connie Budd, aged 98, passed away surrounded by family February 3rd, two months minus a day short of her 99th birthday. Born April 2nd, 1921 in Campbelton, NB she was the daughter of the late John and Alice (Montgomery) Anningson. She was predeceased by her husband Powies of over 50 years and infant daughter Catherine Linda. They made their home in New Richmond for many years until moving to Ontario. Connie was the last surviving member of her family of 13 brothers and sisters. She is survived by her sons Curtis (Brenda) of Nova Scotia, Grant (Jacquie) of Seeleys Bay, and Blake (Sylvia) of Manitoba, her grandchildren Gary of Ottawa and Melanie of Ottawa, great grandson Alexander of Nova Scotia and special granddaughters Charu and Neety, along with valued nieces and nephews.
Connie was an air woman who served during the Second World War in the Royal Canadian Airforce, Women’s Division in Europe as a rigger packing parachutes. Connie was very proud of her military career, an avid traveller, known to go on road trips with her niece Brenda, and dedicated wife, grandmother, sister, aunt, and friend. Connie was a woman well loved who led a life well lived. She will be greatly missed and fondly remembered by those she left behind. A celebration of life will be held in May in New Richmond, QC. As expressions of sympathy memorial donations to Soldier On would be appreciated by the family (Soldieron.ca 295 Coventry Rd. Ottawa, On K1A 0K2) Online condolences please go to www.tompkinsfuneralhome.ca