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During WWII, George Gonsalvez helped guard the Suez Canal against invasion. He was a certified craftsman. Before joining the war, he’d studied for four years to earn his degree as a mechanical and electrical engineer, and he worked on machinery during his 10-year career in the military.

Alfredo Cannataro was born in 1922 in south Italy. His parents rented and worked a farm, filled with livestock. Cows, sheep, and dogs were constant companions in his childhood, as were his four younger siblings.

As a mechanic in the Canadian Air Force, Carl Jory could usually be found working on a passenger or training plane. But every two or three months he’d be called to go on a test flight for a plane that another mechanic had worked on.

According to the medics, Don McNeil had no business being anywhere near combat. But here he was, picking up armed bombs that had failed to go off near the frontlines of the Korean War.

In 1943 WWII was in full swing, and 18-year-old Andy Ambrosi was looking for an adventure.

The sirens sounded. The bomb dropped. The fire blazed — and Joan hit the road.

At 19, Frank Hildebrant shipped out with the rest of the Winnipeg Rifles for Holland. It was 1943, the middle of WWII.

“The moonlight was almost romantic.”

Survivors of the Holocaust, Nancy and Howard Kleinberg’s life motto is that “you just have to be happy.”

Autobiography by John Gruszka, a veteran of WWII and a resident at Traditions of Durham Retirement Residence in Oshawa, ON.

Eugene Richard served in the Royal Canadian Air Force for 36 years. Today, he’s 84 year old and tours Kingston as a guitarist and singer. 

The waves coming over the bow of the ship would often be over 15-feet high. For someone who couldn’t swim well, it was not a welcome sight.

I guess that one would have to go all the way back to 1936; the year when the Royal Canadian Navy first called out to me. I was only 12 at the time, so I had a few years to wait. At 16 I filled out all of the required application forms, including my parents' consent and several letters testifying as to my character and moral conduct. Alas, the Navy replied that they were no longer enlisting Boy Seamen, so just wait and try again. At 17 I tried again, but received the same reply. At 18 I received a reply to the effect that, because I wore glasses, they turned me down again. Now by this time it was 1942; the war had been going on for a bit over two years, and I was getting desperate.