To the 41.

Day One in the Netherlands to continue discussions on the Battle of the Scheldt and the efforts of the 9th and 7th Brigade! We drove to the shore just a little bit passed the town of Hoofdplat to talk about the Breskens Pocket, otherwise known as Operation SWITCHBACK. On the shore we were greeted by a heard of sheep who had seemingly not had any visitors in quite a long time. A small hike over the dyke and there we were, on the beach, faintly able to spot Walcheren in the distance. Here we detailed the sneaky amphibious landing that took place in early October 1944 wherein the Canadians and their “buffaloes” we able to land on the beaches of the North Shore of the Netherlands, off the West Scheldt. By pushing through from the South at the Leopold Canal and now from the Northern Breskens Pocket, the German Army was encircled, many troops were captured and others fled … to occupy Walcheren. We drove in the 6,6 KM underwater tunnel to Walcheren and there, in the town of Westkapelle, Paige described the forced evacuation of Walcheren because the RAF was planning to bomb and flood the area by breaching the dykes in an attempt to push the German Army out of the Netherlands. 10 000 Dutch civilians were urged to evacuate in what was seen as a necessary evil to step to liberation. We were thus exposed to a little known story of the relationship between the Dutch population and the Canadian Army; a somewhat contrasting story to the tale of liberation which came the following year. A quick stop at the causeway to preview tomorrow’s discussions on the road to Antwerp where McKenna was able to give us a personal look into the story of the Calgary Highlanders. Finally the memorial to the 41 British and Canadian soldiers who lost their lives in an accidental explosion just a few kilometres away from the causeway was an emotional way to end the tour today…

Jessica Ozorak

Belgium

Where do I begin? Day 9 of the 2015 Canadian Battlefield Tour and we have already done and seen so much. Today was our first full day in the beautiful country of Belgium. After arriving in Bruges the previous evening, we enjoyed a much needed sleep in before beginning our day. We began our day by visiting a memorial dedicated to the 52 Canadians killed during the fighting at Moerbrugge. We then continued on to Moerkerke where Paige presented on the Canadian Algonquin regiment and the story of their attempt to cross the duel canals. Under the cover of darkness these men were commissioned with creating a bridge head for the engineers to form a crossing for the armoured divisions. We then continued on to the a private museum owned by one of the most interesting gentlemen I have ever met, Gilbert Van Landschoot. As a young boy Mr. Van Landshoot’s father aided the Allies. His fathers stories became his motivation to open the Canada Poland Museum, that is dedicated to the Canadian and Polish troops involvement in the liberation of the Belgium people. Although the museum consisted of an amazing collection of Second World War uniforms, weapons and badges, among other things the best part of our visit was when Mr. Van Landschoots daughter presented us with Chocolate. She described that one thing the Belgium people always remembered about the Canadians was them giving chocolate to the citizens, so in return she would gladly do the same. Next on our stop was to visit a German bunker along the Leopold canal, where Sebastian discussed the tactics behind Operation Switchback. To end our day we visited Adegen cemetery to pay our respects to those Second World War soldiers.

With each day we see and learn new things, but I will leave those stories to my fellow travellers.

Deanna

How We Remember Them

15 May 2015

Today we arrived in Ypres for our first day in Belgium. It’s a beautiful city, clean and bright, with more bicycles than cars.

In the morning we visited In Flanders’s Fields Museum, named of course for John McCrae’s famous poem. It is an interesting space. The building itself was reconstructed following the First World War and reflects the older style of most buildings in the city, featuring in particular stone archways, high ceilings, and a clock tower. Guests at the museum are given a bracelet embedded with a microchip which is programmed to display content in the museum based on the person’s age, gender, and country of origin. These bracelets are scanned at various electronic stations throughout the museum, which then display related content. Being Canadian, I was given a great deal of information about Canada’s role in the First World War. The museum also featured several videos of actors portraying persons known to have participated in or been affected by the First World War, telling individual stories about that person’s experiences. The overall effect gives guests a true sense of life in wartime Europe, whether they be a soldier, refugee, or civilian.

Our next stop was Langemark German War Cemetery. This is one of only four German cemeteries in the Flanders’s region and it is the final resting place of an astounding 44,000 German soldiers, including a mass grave containing 24,000 men. Headstones and several large metal tablets surrounding the mass grave list the names of those buried there.

We visited Tyne Cot Cemetery, the largest of all the Commonwealth War Grave Cemeteries, where there was a small but very well presented visitor’s center. A screen to the right of the door displayed the photos of men who are buried at Tyne Cot, a narrative voice stating their name and age. The exhibit included the personal effects of soldiers who had served in the First World War, such as letters, books, photos, rosaries, and equipment. Explanations for these items accompanied in four languages. Outside, it takes a full five minutes to walk around the wall of the cemetery and up the center of the headstones to the Cross of Sacrifice that is standard in CWGC cemeteries. Tyne Cot is the final resting place of 11,957 soldiers.

We ended our travels for the day at the Menin Gate, a memorial to the British and Commonwealth soldiers who were killed in the Ypres Salient of World War I and whose graves are unknown. There are 56,000 names listed on the walls here. There is a nightly ceremony at Menin Gate at 8pm. The story of one of the people listed on the walls is told to an audience that has showed up without fail every night since the end of the First World War (with the notable exception of the years during which Belgium was occupied in World War Two). The people of Ypres have taken to heart the Ode of Remembrance: “They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old. Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn. At the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them.”

What strikes me about the locations we visited today is that there is a great emphasis placed on the names of individuals lost in the Great War. Their names are carved by the tens of thousands in stone, wood, and metal in cemeteries, memorials, and monuments across the continent. With some reflection, I believe I have come to understand why this is the dominant form of remembrance here. I have walked through more than a dozen cemeteries this past week. I have seen the graves of tens of thousands of men. I understand why we remember them as the lost generation. The numbers of dead in the First World War are incredible. It is overwhelming and impersonal to try to pay respect and properly commemorate hundreds of thousands of lives at once. When we see a name, we see a person. As I walk through the headstones every day I find myself in a strange mourning. I do not know any of these men, I have no connection to them, and yet I mourn the. The cemeteries are peaceful and the dead there are at rest. But a sadness lingers over the perfectly maintained gardens and rows of white headstones. This sadness comes not from the dead, but those who were forced to carry on without them. Every single person in every single cemetery in every single grave was loved dearly by someone and missed dearly when they died. Their parents, siblings, spouses, children, and friends grieved for them and wanted nothing more than for them to come home. This is the sadness that hangs over the war dead. Their names, however numerous they may be, make them human to us who never knew them, and this humanity allows us to truly understand and appreciate their sacrifice and the pain of their loss.

Madison Stirling

For King and Country

Today we left the beautiful Chavasse Farm and travelled through the French countryside to Belgium, where we will be spending the next few days. Today we focused on the battles of the Ypres Salient during the First World War. This area was the front line for much of WWI, as German troops invaded, French, Belgium, and British Commonwealth troops counterattacked, and a system of trenches were set up that saw the use of new and deadly technologies, such as poison gas, and the death of thousands of people in the mire of Flanders Fields. Our first visit was to the “In Flanders Fields Museum”, in Ypres, which described the local history of WWI. Unlike other museums we have encountered so far, such as the Canadian War Museum in Ottawa, this museum did not attempt to portray a national narrative of the Belgian people during the war. Rather, the museum represented the shared responsibility for the outbreak of the war in the nationalism, imperialism, and militarism of all European powers; the shared suffering of the soldiers of both sides during the treacherous trench warfare in the area; and the shared mourning we now have for the victims of the First World War. Journal entries and poetry, arms and technology, and uniforms and kit from each of the combatants were shown side by side, illustrating the similarities of experience for members of the Allied and German armies in Ypres.

The tone of the museum was very much one of reconciliation and collective mourning, as shown by an installation displaying the names of all of the men who died in the Ypres Salient, regardless of rank or side in the war. A similar tone was felt in the Menin Gate ceremony this evening, where, inside the massive arch containing the names of Commonwealth war dead of the region with no known grave, many groups of civilians and soldiers (including a group from the German military) laid wreaths of poppies in remembrance of the war dead. Clearly the battles of this region were a tragedy to the people of Belgium and to the soldiers and families of soldiers who fought here, and we remember them as individuals who died in this grand venture.

This was not always the way that the war was remembered. At the time, many of these young men (of Britain, Canada, or Germany), believed that they were fighting to defend their country and to preserve the values of civilization, for freedom and honor. In the years after the war, the Germans continued to be vilified as the aggressors of this war, and sharp distinctions are made between the German and the Allied war dead. The names carved on the Menin Gate only represent British Commonwealth Troops, and the grandeur of the monument suggests the glory of victory that was possible because of these men’s sacrifice, not the horrors of trench warfare. Our visit to Langemarck German War Cemetery and Tyne Cot Cemetery also showed how people in the 1920s and 1930s continued to remember the war as a conflict between two hostile, opposing parties. Langemarck is one of the few existing cemeteries for German war dead, as the Belgian people were unsympathetic to German losses incurred during the invasion of their country. Forty-four thousand German dead of the First World War are buried in Langemarck, many in a common grave, in an area half the size of Tyne Cot Cemetery, the largest Commonwealth War Cemetery with 12000 dead. In the first years after WWI had ended, the monuments and cemeteries commemorating the war dead of the Ypres salient were shaped by the idea of the nobility of sacrifice, the need to defend your own country from foreign powers, and to promote the values of civilization that would be destroyed if the enemy won. Only in more recent years have we shifted the focus from the triumph (or failure) of our national interests to the tragedy of the massive loss of life at Ypres.

Cindel White