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‘Bus’ Davey, was my Father’s brother. He was born on November 25, 1921 in London, Ontario.
He enlisted in May, 1940 at the age of 18 because he had a good background in mechanics and wanted to fly in the Royal Canadian Air Force (R.C.A.F.). Perhaps to him, war represented an adventure, or it was a chance to protect freedom. Perhaps he served because his father, George Davey had joined the Army when the First World War began. Imperial bonds were strong then. So was a sense of duty. So was poverty and joining the war meant three square meals a day, uniforms and travel.
My Grandfather, George Davey, was part of the London 1st Battalion and was sent overseas and was thrown into the Battle of Ypres in 1915. Whatever illusion he had about the glamour of war must have been shattered in the trenches with the carnage and brutality…
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