This veteran gave me a wave as he wheeled by. No doubt he was heading for that nice pub at the bottom of the hill for a well-deserved grog.  

I fought my way towards the tomb of the unknown soldier. I didn't get there. A huge crowd was there first. I had to wait, so I climbed up onto the sta (...)

This fellow climbed up beside me so I took his picture. He was as curious about me as I was about him. He was from Baffin Island in Nunavut. Up there, (...)

These Muslim women were having fun taking selfies as they, too, waited to place their poppies on the tomb of the unknown soldier.  

Waiting, waiting, waiting ...  

Waiting, waiting ... getting closer ...  

This lass was parading up and down in front of me and the fellow from Nunavut. I nudged him and said, "Aw ... all dressed up and nobody is noticing." (...)

Oh, look ... doggie! Wait, that is a working dog taking a break. He just had a biscuit and was looking smug.  

I finally slid up to the tomb of the unknown soldier. There was no pushing or shoving. Everyone had a chance to get to the tomb to deposit their poppy (...)

I will leave it to you to read the text. Hometown heroes, indeed!  

It was finally my turn to place my poppy onto the tomb of the unknown soldier. I stood a moment and thought of Nathan Cirillo, gun-downed in this very (...)