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It was a solemn moment for John Tatham of Georgetown as his sister April Alexander made the trek from Red Hill, Surrey, England to meet up with him at Bailleul Communal Cemetery Extension, near Ypres, Belgium Wednesday. The siblings laid a wreath on the grave of their uncle Capt. Cautley Tatham, a member of the Honourable Artillery Company, who was woundPhoto by Ted Brown ed and died June 18, 1915. Recalling the price of freedom Continued from pg. 7 As I thought one more time about my grandfather and all the boys, it occurred to me about how significant their contribution was. Because of them (and their sons again in 1939-1945) I was able to travel feely to the United Kingdom, to France, and later to Belgium-- free as any Canadian who walks on Canadian soil every day, as a direct effect of those sacrifices. We've come a long way folks, and much of that way was given to us, at the price of their blood. As I stood at the magnificent monument at Vimy Ridge Monday, I was surrounded by thousands of proud Canadians-- all doing the same as me, honouring and remembering, and in doing so, perpetuating their memories. We must never forget that fact, and acknowledge what we have as a result. Because if you do, there is a certain good feeling that comes out of it. You will find that it really doesn't matter if the flight is delayed by a paltry three hours...