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My name is Bruce Higgins and I live in Thunder Bay, Ontario. I'd like to tell a story about my grandfather, who I knew rather well. He was my father's father. His name was Bill Higgins – Billy Higgins, they called him. I remember he was one of the oldest fellows to march in the Remembrance Day parade, and he marched in that parade up until he was in his late nineties, believe it or not. He was almost a hundred and one when he died.
His stories that he would tell me of the war – some of them I can't repeat – but this particular one I remember him telling me of him coming out of the trench, going toward the enemy and getting hit in the leg. It was a gunshot wound in the right leg. Then he got hit with shrapnel or something. It hit him in the helmet and knocked his helmet flying and knocked him out. Well, he woke up later, and of course I guess the other waves went over him. He never did find his helmet – he didn't know where that was – but he did still have his rifle with him, which was very important, and he managed to make his way back to his own lines again where he was treated. And I think he went back into active service after that.
At that point I think his age caught up with him. I know it said in his attestation papers that he was thirty-nine years old but he looked twenty-nine. So this was getting later. He would have been in his early forties by the time I think they finally discharged him. I remember I thought it was because of that, but apparently he had had some other medical problems that I guess living in the trenches didn't do him any good, and he came back to Thunder Bay.
That was one story I remember about him. I always thought that my grandfather was a big hero. He lived a good long life, and I have some very fond memories of him.