was born in 1925 in Toronto, Canada. When he was 3
months old his Father deserted him and his Mother.
He was raised as an only child by a single parent.
Lorne graduated high school in 1941 when he was sixteen
and was ready to face the world. World War II had been
going on for 2 years and Lorne had a yearning for adventure
and glory˜he just had to get into the fray, a
young boy's dream. Living fifteen hundred miles inland,
he was a stranger to the sea and had no desire to join
the Navy. Being a fighter pilot was a dream but he
could not meet requirements. That left the Army and
after two attempts at enlisting, he finally convinced
the army recruiters in another city that he was eighteen
years of age. At the end of his basic training he volunteered
for "radio oriented training". Five months
after his enlistment, he and approximately 250 other
volunteers of "radio oriented training" from
across Canada found themselves aboard a troop carrier
and soon were in the United Kingdom,1942.
Radio oriented training was another name for Radio Direction Finder also known
as Radio Location and which eventually was known by the acronym RADAR. As trained
radar operators or operators of electrical method of fire control, they were
loaned to the British anti aircraft artillery along the South coast of England.
Assisting and teaching the British, mostly young women, on the use of radar the
Canadians aided in the defence against aerial aggression of Britain by the Luftwaffe.
Five months after arriving in the U.K. Lorne again was on the move. This time
on a landing craft headed for Dieppe, France. Close to the French shore the craft
was damaged by shell fire and Lorne spent a few uncomfortable hours in the water
hanging on to debris until he was finally spotted and picked up and returned
Following D-day Lorne was in a truck convoy heading for the Falaise Gap when
the convoy he was in was bombed by US Air Force Flying Fortresses (friendly fire),
causing 300 casualties, killed and wounded. A few days later Canadian and Polish
troops were again bombed by allied air force causing 400 casualties, again friendly
A trip back to England to repair a broken wrist for a couple of months and he
was back in the fray catching up in Belgium and on into Holland. He was overtaken
with grief when he first seen Dutch people existing on tulip bulbs and such.
He crossed into Germany and back into Holland.. When the rumours of a peace filtered
down the lines in May, 1945 he found it hard to believe but when the cease-fire
orders were given he was sure the war was over.
There were no parties and no civilians to help him celebrate. Instead he pondered
his future. Having spent one fifth of his lifetime in uniform, Lorne wondered
what was in store for him, a slow trip back to Canada? Adjust to civilian ways?
Find a job? Find a bride? Raise a family?
Within a few days of the armistice, he was asked to volunteer for the Pacific
front. Facing the possibility of being part of an army of occupation in Germany
and not being able to fraternize with enemy civilians, he did not hesitate for
a moment to volunteer yet again. Yes, he would go to the Pacific. A quick train
ride into Belgium, catch a boat ride back to England, another train ride to Bristol
to board another troop carrier. The ship was already filled with other volunteers
and the gangplank was raised as the last man of the group stepped onto the ship's
deck. Five days later he was in Halifax, Canada. Another few days on a train
and he was soon enjoying 30 days of leave at home. While he was on leave the
Japanese capitulated and three months later he became a civilian. A civilian
who was too young to drink by Canadian standards as the drinking age was 21.
What does he remember about the war besides the sounds, the sights, the smells,
the not so good food, the lack of sleep, the cold and the wet?
Civilians who were uprooted from their homes.
Civilians caught in the path of advancing/retreating armies.
Civilians who had their food supplies denied them by a very cruel enemy.
Losing friends to the wraths of war.
The building of a Bailey Bridge over the Rhine river.
Driving over a Bailey Bridge spanning the Rhine river.
Of the Dutch people as a whole and of their gratitude to Canadian and
other allied soldiers.
The ability to laugh at some inane joke as he could hardly stay awake because
of the lack of sleep, the cold and the hunger.
For the opportunity to see parts of the world even if it was wartime.
For being of sound mind and body at the end of the war.
For being able to, and wanting to, visit Holland on the 60th anniversary of her
armistice, and help her celebrate.
Please invite me back in another 5 years.