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IEiiiiiiiiiriiriTM Editorial consensus point of View? According to Webster's Dictionary, the definition of an editorial is "an article setting forth the opinion of the editor." 1 found this to be in interesting contrast to your Aug. 29 editorial "Our Choice". It seems to me, first of all, that to state that Walter is the "most deserving in the running" would be the next best thing to journalistic suicide. l, as a student, have learned that the freedom of the press which we should be proud of. extends to giving people concretes facts, not blatant biases. Who does, in fact, have the right to say, that Walter may set a precedent in "understanding it and representing its wants desires (Waterloo Riding)?" Clear- ly, you have not talked to any people in Wilmot Township, where Lynn has been heavily involved as a Councillor, for six years. He has served them very well. if one may go by the praise many have given him. Also interesting to me is that you claim conflicts were "restricted to matters of (Waterloo resident Dr. Paul Schwager is medical director at Equitable Life Insurance Company). D-Day, June 6, 1944. is probably the most significant date in our modern lives. Those who have been born since then would be more likely to name the development of nuclear weapons, the cold war or space flight as having more impact on the world of 1984. But would these events have even taken place if we had not invaded Europe in 1944'? There is no doubt that if the landings in Normandy had failed - or it they had not taken place at all - Europe would have remained under Nazi occupation. Russia could not have held out against Hitler with Japan at her back door, and Germany would eventually have invaded the British Isles. North America quite probably would have been the next theatre of war with Germany attacking from the East and Japan from the West. There is no doubt that the world is not now what we wanted it to be on that June day 40 years ago. but because 130,000 allied troops stormed ashore, and 10.000 died that first day during the invasion, our way of life, our freedom and our culture were pre- served. Forty years later I returned to those beaches with the Queen's Own Rifles branch of the Canadian Legion. Among us were members of the Royal Winnipeg Rifles, the First Hussars. the Fort Garry Horse, the Royal Canadian Engineers and the Royal Canadian Signal Corps. We were Joined in France by groups from many other regiments including Le Regiment de la Chauditre and the North Shore Regiment from Quebec. l was Principal Medical Officer of H.M.C.S. Prince David. Q't,T'a',',"i', freighter of 6,500 tons that had been convert in Vancouver to an infantry landing ship. We could land 280 fully equipped soldiers in our eight Waiter & Valerie Wassing Carrier Corner Letters welcome Space of Our Own J. , n “I ' , ' 4 I - , ' li ' " -s. party policy rather than cheap shots." Must I feel the need to point out to you the Aug. 25 article in the K-W Record suggesting that "heckling and booing" at the Mutual Life all-candidates meeting may well have been a "Tory Plant?" I got involved imthis campaign because I'm a part of this country democracy, and as such, felt I had the responsibility to find out about the men and issues in Waterloo before I could earn the privilege to have a say in the way this riding. and country should be run. I chose Mr. Myers because a man of political experience, of integrity and of understanding. l, and many others, have personally gone out campaigning with him, and have not seen a man who "almost disappeared from sight during the early weeks of the campaign," rather one who has gone door to door in an uneffeeted way, to listen and to gain the well-de- served trust of this riding. At the same time, the "jury" is out. I look forward to the outcome without your political crystal ball, and without the guilt of trying to publicly impose my point of view as one of the consensus. Can you, Mr. Campbell. say the same? Isabel Freire This week's Chronicle curlers ate the brother and sister team of Walter and Valerie Waning. Waiter, M. delivers in the Coneston mu are. ot the city while his younger sis- ter, u. Is in the Redfox. Abbotawood area. Both Walter and Valerie attend Margaret Ave. School where Walter is in grade tr and Valerie grade Waiter is " aspiring young hockey player in the Waterloo minor system and hopes someday to be a professional player. He also enjoys working on farms. Valerie has accumulated gold, silver and bronze medals in figure skating, which is one of her favorite hobbies, and is also an accomplished speedskater where she is a former 0n- tario champion. nat-bottomed asssault boats. We sailed for Normandy from Southampton on the evening of June 5, part of an armada of 13,000 aircraft and 4,000 ships and landing craft. The only incident crossing the channel was that a ship close astern was hit and sank in a few minutes. The only survivors were those on the bridge. _ We landed our troops at H plus 45 minutes at Berniere Sur Mer. These consisted of units from a British regiment. Royal Marine Commandos and the Chau- dieres. They were landed with only four casualties from gun fire. However. because of the high waves and wind, our landing craft crews were unable to secure their craft and all the boats were blown up on beach obstacles. Around noon. while we stood off shore about three miles awaiting their return. landing craft came by bringing casualties. By Mr. 00 hours, when we started for England, we had evacuated two dead, 40 wounded and is sailors who survived the sinking of their ship. The casualties were in generally good condition when they were discharged to the Royal Army Medical Corps in Southampton about I a.m.; only five or six were considered urgent. These had suffered multiple ab dominal wounds. These reminiscences were going through my mind as our bus travelled through the little villages of Berniere Sur Mer. St. Aubin and Beny Sur Mer with their flag-decked streets and memorials on the beaches. Our companions who fought for two months through this peaceful, lush rural countryside recounted countless stories of hidden German 88's among the hedgerows bordering the narrow roads. Caen, which was heavily defended and was reduced to what one veteran called "thirty feet of rubble“. is now a modern city, the largest in the area. the only building still recognizable is the cathedral. Carpiquet airport. which was taken by some of our group after heavy fighting. is once again a local Waterloo, om. We've all pad that expression "it's a dirty job, but someone has to do it," haven't we? 7 -, A A Last wéekend it came back to hit me square bgtween the etes. 7 A _ .- l should say. over the past no days " hit me square between the eyes, because that's how long it took to paint my apart- ment. You must understand, painting and l are not lifelong friends. Probably you've heard of College Pro Painters. Well, Mt days ago, I could have opened my own small business and called it Knowledge Woe Painters. That's right. Like my first haircut, my first graduation. my first kiss and so on, this was a proud moment in my life. My very first paint job. Oh, I knew things about interior paint jobs from when I was a kid. I remember well my Dad, sitting on the second to last basement step, marvelling at how con- tented he looked with his cigarette hanging out the side of his mouth as he stirred a can of paint for about three hours, presumably to make sure all the lumps were out. I remember Mom saying, "these fumes are terrible. you’ll have to sleep in the living room for two days" which wasn't exactly music to my ears since I had outgrown the couch by a substantial margin. And I remember the expression "the turps" which I initially thought was a dreadful disease. Later 1 found out it was merely a short form for turpentine. which arrived on the scene each time Dad put a bit too much paint on his brush. resulting in a bit too much paint on the floor below. But that's as close as 1 ever got. Until 10 days ago, when it became painfully clear to me (through the efforts of a dear individual who shall remain nameless) that indeed, it was time to paint. First, ldécided what to db was tell the entire world about the arduous task awaitinCmt _ _ . "Heh, heh. going to the cottage again this weekend. Lou? Wish 1 could, but gotta paint the apartment. Got a wed- ding to go to, eh Barbara? Must be nice. think of me, I'll be painting the apart- ment. Heading up to North Bay to your uncle's funeral. Ben? Lucky dog, I'm stuck painting my apartment." of... Undetered. I headed out, first to get a quart of paint to cover the desk a sweet soul was going to refinish until she stripped a three-square inch spot on the sdon fouiid Gtiody cared a pinch WATER!” am. WY. ma 6. "t56--PME 7 Not all the stories were of the death of companions or of sites where arms or legs were lost. There were also talks of human generosity and the humor of life amidst destruction. airport. There was a veteran of the Maisonneuves from Quebec who for 40 years had kept a card on which was recorded the name of a woman who had watched him and his platoon come through her village on the morning of June 6. When she realized that the "Liberation" had begun, she rushed from her house and insisted that they join her for a drink of calvados. the very potent Norman liquor. Her excitement knew no bounds when she discovered that the Canadians were Canadiens and spoke not only French but her dialect. When one of those men returned on June 6, 1984. he stopped some villagers in the street and asked if they knew his hostess of to years ago. Not only did they know her, they took the soldier to her, now in her eighties, rounded up the woman's family and staged an instant party - with all the guests in tears. The old woman would not allow the Canadians to leave until she had presented each of their wives with a gift of her own crocheting. We attended two ceremonies at the Canadian cemetery at Beny Sur Mer. There are 2,000 Canadians buried there. nearly all of them aged 19 to 21. and most of them did not last one day as the date of death was usually June 6, As the omcial party of the Queen, Prince Philip, French President. Mitterand and Trudeau left the cemetery, Prince Philip recognized my navy accessories and medals and came through the crowd saying "Oh, Navy". He asked me it I had trt the landing and the name of my ship. As I snapped o attention. my wife states that my back was straight for the first time in 1944 forty years'. corner and discovered plywood. So I stopped into Color My World to be cordially greeted by Patrice Schnurr. of the famous Waterloo Schnurr family, who I might add is much better looking than any of her athletic brothers, and also makes a better interview.- After exchanging a few pleasantrles. she asked if she could help me. "Yes, I want to paint my desk. Brown. That's all 1 can tell you." - Suddenly, Patrice became the inter- viewer, but in a few short moments had me merrily on my way, paint and free stir stick (that's what you call them, isn't it?) in my clutches. The desk turned out to be not much problem. though I caution do not try to return painted drawers to their proper home before they are dry. -itter, came the varioué rooms around the apartment, the kitchen, the living room, the bedroom, no shortage, to be sure. Decided to do the trim lines, and then join them up with heavy duty rolling sessions. And that worked tine, though I found out along the way that washing oil-based paints with soap and water gets you a quick ticket to nowhere, and that too much paint on your roller can make for a messy backlash, and that buying cheap rollers is not the answer. "Wow." I said in the shopping mall Saturday. "Paint roller. refill, edger: paint tray and stir stick. all for $5.97. what a deal." So I grabbed a package. carted it through the store for about five minutes, and then took it to the cash register, not once noticing that the stir stick was not a stir stick, but the price card for the entire display, inserted in my package. "Yes, it is a good deal sir." said the sales lady, "but do you have to take the one with the price card in it, or will another one do?" Red-faced. l relented without a struggle. Have to admit. once I got into the mood to paint, things got a lot easier, and by the end of what could accurately be termed Labor Day weekend. we had the apartment finished, except for a bit of trim and the bathroom ceiling. i mein, when there's a dirty job to be done, it has to be done! It was a great feeling of accomplish- ment, notwithstanding the paint tracks in the kitchen. the broken rollers, the rusty tray on the balcony and the various Robs, droplets and smears on my body. (Continued on pool 19}