Theodore-Bruno Father T.B. Roy

My father spoke French to me, my mother spoke German to me, and the hired help spoke English to me, so when I started school I was jabbering in three languages. I was in the air force during the war. I was a firefighter on the rescue team, a crash crew rescue man, showing others how to rescue men from crashes. Because you don’t grab them by a leg or an arm, always by his harness, because we were there to save lives not injure their life. We had to know how to get in and get out speedily. Some days it was 24 hours, especially when we were short handed, aircrafts coming back from bombing raids, that sometimes we were there all day long for the howl; the high whining howl of motors. That is why my eardrums got worked by high pitch sounds. I went home. It was really a heartfelt thrill to get back home and see Mom and Dad and others of the family. I might say that I was quite matured when I returned home. The war matured me and I grew up mentally; maybe not physically but mentally. To realise that world peace was not a dream but a reality that we must work for.