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Saturday, November 11, 2023

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The Great War of 1914-1918 ended on the 11th minute of the 11th hour or the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918. My grandfather and grandmother were in France, serving as doctor and nurse with the Royal Canadian Medical Expedition. They returned to Maine with German helmets, bayonets, zeppelin debris, and medals as souvenirs of that horrible conflict. My grandfather died shortly after my birth, but my grandmother never spoke of her years tending to the wounded and dying soldiers. She never mentioned how the shooting went on well beyond the ceasefire hour, only how she met my grandfather and how they fell in love.

Today I thank them that I've never had to fire a shot in anger and appreciate the sacrifice of the fallen so that I can remain a pacifist.

Bring the troops home.

Tuesday, March 17, 2020

Etaples France 1917

Accoriding to Wilipedia the major UK troop staging and hospital camp in Étaples in France has been theorized by researchers as being at the center of the Spanish Flu. The research was published in 1999 by a British team, led by virologist John Oxford. In late 1917, military pathologists reported the onset of a new disease with high mortality that they later recognized as the flu. The overcrowded camp and hospital was an ideal site for the spreading of a respiratory virus. The hospital treated thousands of victims of chemical attacks, and other casualties of war, and 100,000 soldiers passed through the camp every day. It also was home to a piggery, and poultry was regularly brought in for food supplies from surrounding villages. Oxford and his team postulated that a significant precursor virus, harbored in birds, mutated and then migrated to pigs kept near the front.

Marion, my grandaunt and Edith, my grandmother, were nurses along with her future husband, Frank A Smith, served as a surgeon with the Royal Canadian Medical Expedition at Etaples through 1916 into 1917. Edith was transported back to the States in 1917 and I often wondered why until I read the above passage. I phoned my Aunt Sally in Marblehead and asked a question about a story more than one hundred years old. Sally pondered my query for several seconds and then said, "I do remember something about that, but not much."

Global anyplace from seventeen million to fifty million lost their lives to this killer influenza.

Thankfully my grandmother survived into the early 7Os.

To this day she remains one of my favorite people in the world.

Then, now, and forever.