Canada’s veterans would not be amused

Grace MacPherson put her pride of country above all else in the Great War.

Grace MacPherson had all the credentials she needed to become an ambulance driver in the Great War. The first woman in Vancouver to earn a driver’s licence. The first woman to purchase a car in that city. When war broke out in 1914, she even paid her own way to Britain offering her skills as a driver to the Red Cross ambulance corps.

When she gained an audience with Sam Hughes, Canada’s minister of militia and war in 1917, to plead her case, however, he turned her down.

“I’ll stop any woman from going to France,” Hughes blustered.

“With your help, or without it,” Miss MacPherson said, “I will serve.” (more…)

Tony Mellaci – first responder for two generations

Sergeant medic Tony Mellaci overseas 1945.

He saved my father. Then, he saved me. In fact, he saved both of us multiple times. The first instance occurred 80 years ago this December. Just before Christmas of 1942, both Tony Mellaci and my father, Alex Barris, arrived at Camp Phillips – a U.S. Army training facility in Kansas. The army had posted them there to train as medics in the U.S. Army Medical Corps. Then, something happened Christmas Eve.

“They told me to go to the headquarters barracks and pick up a soldier who was sick, and deliver him to the hospital. So, I and another ambulance driver picked up your father (although I didn’t know him at the time) and we took him to the hospital,” Mellaci told me. “But we never saw the sick soldier. We stayed in the cab while other medics loaded him into the ambulance.” (more…)

The salvation community can give

Sean Brandow, Humboldt Broncos volunteer chaplain, at Uxbridge Arena, Nov. 23.

All of his initial assumptions were wrong that night. When he neared the scene on a Saskatchewan highway back on April 6 of this year, Sean Brandow didn’t know there’d been an accident. When he got a text about it, it suggested that a busload of fans had crashed. When he spotted ambulances, police and even available conservation officers dashing back and forth, he figured it was bad. But not nearly as bad as he soon discovered.

“As I walked closer, I could see hockey bags everywhere,” Brandow, said. “I knew it wasn’t a fan bus. I knew the guys in the ditch, the guys on stretchers, and the guys being loaded into ambulances were hockey players.”

Sean Brandow, volunteer chaplain for the Humboldt Broncos Saskatchewan Junior A hockey club, still finds it difficult to describe what he witnessed that night seven months ago. (more…)