Don is right

Don Cherry was correct in admonishing any Canadian who doesn't wear a poppy on Remembrance Day.  All Canadians must.  Even if you don't want to, wear one because those who made the ultimate sacrifice did it so you could not wear one.  (I know that doesn't make sense, but you get my drift.)

And will he walk it back?  Bloody right he won't.  B and I had many family members who served; some came back, others perished.  Sportsnet was stupid to fire him because if they were trying to make it go away, it certainly won't now!  The people who watch hockey and Don will remain loyal.  As a matter of fact, viewership actually rises when he comes on and drops off when 'Coach's Corner' is over and the game resumes.  Frankly, the only reason I watch out of the corner of my eye is to tune in when Don is on.  Ron was a pussy to abandon Don and grovel.  But, we all know the one with the balls is Cherry.

We know what he meant when he said, "You people."  He meant people who clamour to get into Canada, but don't wear a poppy in gratitude.  In fact, I did my own little unscientific survey at the Y this morning and found that what Don said was absolutely correct.  In spite of the fact that people think Calgary is a cowtown full of white cowboys, it's not.  Calgary is very multi-cultural and multi-racial.  After my swim, I sat around for a while just to see who was wearing a poppy and who wasn't.  I did not see one non-Caucasian wearing a poppy.  Not one.  If you are going to be a Canadian, adopt this practice and observe Remembrance Day with respect and gratitude.

Here are some of our family heroes:

My father, Thomas Raymond Griffith, head of the rubber lab at the National Research Council.  He was instrumental in inventing synthetic rubber -- vital to the war effort.  He had 250 patents to his name, which made millions for the country.  One of his patents was rubber shoes for prop planes which were electrically conductive so ice could be prevented from building up during flight.  This saved countless lives.  His work was so vital he was not permitted to go the the battlefield.  RIP.

B's great-grandfather, father (right) and great uncle.  All served in India with the Irish Hussars.  If they look tough, they were.

My uncle, Major Roland Marcel Brousseau, who served in Italy in WW II.  He made it home, I loved him dearly.  

B's uncle, Clive Desmond Marley-Clarke, a captain in KE VI's Own Gurkha Rifles.  Killed by a sniper in Italy at 23.

B's parents, Captain Ivan Frank William Marley-Clarke, and Diamond Iris Thelma Walsh.  Ivan was torpedoed twice by the Japanese in the Indian Ocean.  He would not ride in a Japanese car.  I loved the man.

Ivan was a Master Mariner of Canada.