Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude

Filthie's Mobile Fortress Of Solitude
Where Great Intelligence Goes To Be Insulted

Wednesday, 11 November 2020


The new snow is settling in on this Remembrance Day.

 

Grampa Filthie was a doughboy in WW1. He and his buddies were from Edmonton, England. He lied about his age to the recruiter. On his first trip to the front, he got busted by an acquaintance who knew how old he really was - and got sent home. The war was pitched as glorious adventure to him and his mates so as soon as he got off the train, he walked a couple miles over to the next recruitment office and tried again. This time he was successful and soon found himself Over There. The plan was to kick Germany’s ass in 6 months, hang the Kaiser and be home for Christmas. 

His first job when he got there was to carry a wounded man back to the field hospital. It turned out the man was an older friend from home. His battalion had gotten decimated in a suicidal charge when they went over the top. By the time Grampa got him to the hospital - the man was dead. A couple weeks later he was wounded himself when they got shelled. At the age of 16 he was a wounded war vet, and done in. Family lore had it that he got absolutely pissy on Remembrance Day for ever on afterward. 

After the war he and his brothers went to Canada seeking work and new roots to put down. He shovelled coal, worked in the lumber camps, and rode around on the train rooftops with the other “bums” looking for work - any work. Any money he made got sent back home to a hungry family. After the war he finally hit the big time when he got a job as a brick layer. He was always dirty from working, and if he wasn’t working he puttered around in his garden where he and his Scots wife grew legendary roses. 






Today WW1 is an unreal historical event that most people don’t relate to. Grampa was born in 1898 and died a year before my daughter was born in 1985. Our WW1 vets are all gone. People shop and do sales at the mall on Remembrance Day now. 

Be sure to take a few moments out to remember your family’s vets and heroes today.

10 comments:

  1. Happy Veterans Day to everyone that served no matter what ya did or where ya did it.

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  2. Grandpa used to tell me stories from The War on the porch swing when I was a wee lad. Most of them ended with, "And then we marched them over the hill and shot them all," or "And then he died."

    The wisdom of our ancestors: "Never get involved with a woman crazier than a barrel full of shaved monkeys."

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    1. Mc... the monkeys and crazy women are running the show now. It only ends one way...

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  3. OT:

    Here is what I posted at Free North Carolina, (the edited version):

    "I had burned out on blogging. I had burned out on the political caca de toro in general. I had burned out on life (period). I have an anger not clothed in rage but in a sardonic grin.

    Any way, I was in church last Sunday and my good pastor asked for prayer request.

    I stood up and said, "I'm sorry, I try to leave my politics at home but I have to get this off my chest. I want to pray that the political mess gets cleared up, that truth prevails, that we will be able to keep the freedoms we still have, (regardless of whither we deserve them or not) and that tyranny does not over take our land."

    After the services, some of my fellow Church members that they liked what I said. A few ladies told me that what I said home. One church member, woman a little older that I always had a school boy crush on, told me that:

    "What you said was not out of place, but quite patriotic."

    I'm not sure, but I think I have blushed."

    The travesty of an election has me stoked. I am back to posting, but I am going to have pace myself at one a day least I burn myself. The travesty falsely and frivolously done in the name of the American people and the Republic has enraged me! If anyone seeks to pluck the wild hair up my arse, two more will grow in it's place.

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    1. I can’t speak for Him Quartermain... but I don’t see our Maker helping in this. I think we are going to have to sort it out ourselves.

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    3. True, there is the thing called free will. I can only pray for courage, wisdom and virtue. The thing I fear more than death, only after not being reconciled with God, is not dying bravely.
      But then I'm just an old soldier.

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  4. God's intercession is our only hope keep praying

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  5. Glen, I checked. The last WW I Veterans seem to have died in 2009. We seem to still do an okay job here in Southern Canada of remembering and respecting Veterans, but I did notice today that the stock market ground on. Before long it will literally be nothing more than the equivalent of our President's Day Sales.

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    1. It’s that way already around here. We used to have Canadian Legions in every small town. They were places where the vets on limited incomes could go and by an inexpensive beer and a sammich and socialize with other vets.

      I think they’re all gone now...

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