The Military Museums of Calgary hosts seven different sub-museums, from a gallery about the Princess Patricias (light infantry) to the Alberta Navy Museum, where we found the crest of the submarine that my dad sold to the Canadians in 1965.
Being an eminently sensible nation, most of Canada's military forays involve peace-keeping for the UN. The "Princess Pats" also spend a lot of WW2 in Britain before heading out and liberating Sicily. There were plenty of nice dioramas of people on horseback, specifically Lord Strathcona's Horse (Royal Canadians), with special effects like flashes and explosions.
Pete loved it all of course, being the little warrior he is, and has a new trick of blowing me a kiss and then running off. So sweet, if you're not his parents. Anyway, it looks like a shining career in the military beckons, but probably not as a peace keeper...
Big guns.
A spy in the trenches.
This is how I'll expect Pete's cot to look every morning from now on.
Canadians: keeping the peace.
Pete unleashes hell.
$1.30 a day? More than I make.
This was the "display" that kept Pete entertained for the longest.
But which service to join?
Let's hope so.
The first thing issued to every Canadian sailor.
The wheels on the tank go round and round...
