Life wasn’t easy during the Great War. My Grandad, Frederick Cornelius Hundey, joined the Canadian Expeditionary Force. He and Grandma Daisy had three children at the time of his deployment, my Aunt Nancy, my dad, aged one and a half, and Robert, four months old. He sailed to England on the SS Justica on May 5, 1917. (That ship was later torpedoed and sunk by a German Uboat.) In August of that year, hardship struck. Baby Robert died, a tragedy that had to have been traumatic for Grandma and Grandad both. In October, Grandad was shipped to France where he served until the spring of 1918. He was then assigned as a batman to a senior officer. At the same time, he contracted the Spanish flu but recovered. In September of 1918, still at the front, Grandad suffered a concussion and was hospitalized, having crashed his motorcycle into a convoy lorry. This was during the critical Hundred Days offensive led by Canadian forces under Arthur Currie. Grandad returned to London Ontario in May of 1919 where he and Grandma tried to pick up the pieces.