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PAGE 6 â€" WaATERLOO CHRONICLE, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 8, 1994 Waterioo Town Square 75 King St. South, Suite 201 I was five years old when we moved to Chesley and eventually to What does Dâ€"Day mean to him now? The same thing I think, that it means to most of us: no matter what side we were on, that great day in Normandy on June 6, 1944 gave people freedom. Freedom to choose where to live and freedom to make the world a better place. We owe a great debt to those who were involved. And looking back on it today, I am sure most Germans would overwhelmingly many was finished for a long, long time. He decided to try his luck in America. So he applied for admission to the United States but he didn‘t want to wait for the longer waiting time; he then came to These are some personal thoughts about Dâ€"Day and World War II. They came to me over the weekend as I watched with great fasciâ€" nation, the various television shows about the famous invasion and what it all means to us today. It was to be sure, a courageous and historic day â€" one that changed the course of history and twisted the outcome of the war in favor of the Allied forces. The men and women who were there will never forget it because willingly or not, they all became hostages of courage. But my mind also turned in other directions. I started to think about my father and how the whole war had played havoc with his life â€" as it had with so many others. And I wondered what Dâ€"Day had meant to him. My father you see, was on the German side during the war. From his perspective, Dâ€"Day was the start of what would uitimately prove to be the beginning of the end for him, his fellow soldiers and his government. Dad had enlisted in the German Air Force when he was 16 â€" three years before the war began. He then flew with the German Air Force until 1944 when he was shot down over England in a midâ€" night bombing raid. After that, he was a prisoner of war for almost four years. The story of his capture has always intrigued me. From the time I was a small boy, I used to ask him to tell it to me because it held so many elements of danger and intrigue that I could listen for hours on end. The night he was captured, he and his fellow air crewmen had they encountered British artillery, things changed. Both engines on the plane were knocked out and the aircraft went into a tailspin, causing the entire crew to bail out. They landed in an empty field somewhere in England. Not everyâ€" body in the plane made it. The captain ended up hitting a tree with his parachute and breaking his neck. (He miraculously survived and went on to fly as a Lufthansa captain after the war.) My father lit a cigarette after he hit the ground. He then looked for his buddies in the dead of night, tried to figure out how to escape and when they all realized it was futile, they gave themselves up. After that, he became a prisoner of war until late 1947, He was taken to the United States where he picked tobacco in a POW camp in Virginia and cotton in Texas. It was during those years that he learned how to speak English and got a taste of what the promise of life in the Americas held. It later prompted him to come to Canada. My mother, who had married Dad in 1942, suffered during this time as many wives of fighting men must have suffered. When she didn‘t hear from Dad for several months, she didn‘t know if he was dead or alive. I knew that was always very hard on her. One night, several months after the capture, one of her friends excitedly came to her home and told her my father was alive. She had heard his name in a list of POWs announced by the British on Thoughts on Dâ€"Day When my father was released as a POW, he thought that Gerâ€" Waterloo, Ontario Mcanwhile Fred Sagel MtheYouth?Final]y,themngOfieberflua act is getting a significant change: there will be no more slaps of the wrists for 16 and 17â€"yearâ€"old killers. Predictably, the social engineers are deploring the changes. They point that youth crime hasn‘t increased but pray tell, what has that to do with appropriate punishment for young killers? Anyhow, that particular crime is getting worse. They even say that one young thug was the only kid in his neighborhood without a gun. So he bought a gun. Two weeks later he was the only kid in his neighâ€" borhood. A Weigh of Life: If you want to stay on your diet, you obviously shouldn‘t hang around with any of the school brass who have access to a board credit card. Not only have they dined well but some of their restaurant bills went to the taxpayer tab bécause while they dined, they also discussed. And may it please the court, may I ask the question: with a conviction already registered, what prompted the publication ban that gave the school board an excuse to fumble and stumble? Andvhyvuflzeptemmnmmdsovery,"y long? Neither of those matters makes sense to most of us. If we are to have confidence in our courts, the quesâ€" tions still cry out for answers. To repeat for the umpteenth time, openness is to justice what sunshine is to flowers. That was used as an excuse by the Waterloo board of education to do what it does best: nothing. Jastrebâ€" ski stayed on the payroll. It was only when the media cranked up the heat that the board suddenly discovâ€" ered that it could take action, so Jastrebski was canned in February. Let‘s not pretend that the last chapter has been written in this case. The four victims have been scarred in ways which may not be yet apparent and the case probably won‘t be done until the last of them was convicted way back last October but remanded for sentence until now. What‘s more, way back then, the court imposed a publication ban so he couldn‘t be Finally a name! Christopher Jastrebski, a 54â€"yearâ€" old former Kitchener high school teacher, has been sentenced to 40 months in penitentiary for the sexual assault of four young girls. Public board brass eat too well You won‘t recall him by name but he‘s the guy who =] CHUNNEL BEACHKEAD 1944/1994. _ Waterioo Chronicle is published every Wednesday by: Mn nsl Mriarys * C ;;gg{sg,; mmndwmlmmmmhmndbutww the views of the newspaper. dete‘s The Fairway Group 215 Fairway Rd. S., President: Paul Winkler You might ask why they couldn‘t have mist in their offices with all their files and stuff elope to hand but you don‘t understand how thede thinigs are done. And as one who dines well from time to time, I‘m still startled at the size of their tabs. It sounds as if they‘ve been eating at the kind of places where you need a coâ€"signer for a ham sandwich. © _ _ Ballot Balks: John Summers; the Lakeshore North councillor, is challenging Brian Turnbull for the mayor‘s chair and from all I hear, he‘s worth real conâ€" Heaven knows, no one can accuse Brian of getting by on his charisma. He should put:more fire in his rhetoric. Unless he‘s afraid of making an ash of himâ€" Nt Ad