a clear, cool, day in October 1945 a train pulled into the
Canadian National Railway Station in Sherbrooke, Quebec, and my
Dad stepped onto the platform. Though I hadn't seen him in about
five years I knew him. Some things you just don't forget. There
to greet him were my Mother, Beryl, my sister Cynthia, and me.
Dad's Mother, Father his sister and a whole group of friends
were there also. It was an indescribably great day.
Accolades and Acknowledgments
Everyone who undertakes to write anything cannot do it alone. I, more than most, needed the support and help of my family, friends and other people who made my writings possible. I want to thank them here for their generous gift of time, energy and input. They are ...
My Dad. With the benefit of hindsight
I realize he led the life of a gentle man who set an example for
others to follow. Clippings and diaries supplied most of what
has been written here.
Claire Hachey. Links to her sites have
made this site much better. Her generous support has been
Ronald Parker, October 25, 2001
Technically there were no American combatants during the battle for Hong Kong, but they played a huge role in building and maintaining morale with their bombing runs which lifted the spirits of the prisoners even though it endangered their lives.
The message inherent in this tribute is spelled out in: "The Other Side of Time, a Combat Surgeon in World War II", a history, "What we were and what we did, at our best, and what happened around us, is slipping out of knowledge. That's a pity. Please, young people, listen to us before we leave."