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Wednesday, November 9, 2005 Dementia Network of Durham hosts care symposium Practical approaches in dementia care will be the focus of a oné-day symposium later this month in Ajax. Hosted by the Dementia Network of Durham, the sumposium, which will attract over 120 health care professionals professionals will feature a series of workshops designed to enhance knowledge, skills and attitudes in dementia care. The symposium, funded through a Dementia Education Project grant from the Ministry of Health and Long Term Care, will be held Wednesday, November 23, from 8:30 a.m. to 4 p.m. at Carruthers Creek Golf Club. The Dementia Network of Durham is a forum for people with dementia, their caregivers, caregivers, and service providers to work collaboratively to establish priorities and champion champion initiatives that result in positive changes to the system of care and support for people affected by dementia. Dementia describes a group of symptoms which may accompany certain diseases diseases or physical conditions. Memory loss of recent events is the most common symptom. Some of the conditions which cause dementia include Alzheimer Disease and Vascular Dementia. For more information, call Joan Honsberger at 905-576- 2567. ,«•* iiC-'i'S' J ; 'tv Year of the * Veteran * j F/0(P) GEORGE ALFRED WADDELL We will remember them. F/0(P) GEORGE ALFRED WADDELL Mon. March 27,1944; J16291 RCAF.211 Sqn RAF. Age 27. Missing In Action. Son of: George W.S. and Gladys M. Waddell of Bethany, Ont. Flying Officer (O) Jack Woodall 136062 RAFVR, aged 22 Missing In Action: Son of: Wilfred and Rose Woodall, Haxby, N.Yks. had three brothers. 211 Squadron, RAF moved January 26,1944 from Silchar West, to Bhatpara, Burma. .Detachment - Nazir, Ramu, 120 miles'NW of Akyab (under 3 TAF- Feb.'44). Flying Officer Pilot George Waddell was flying Bristol Beaufighter Mk X, LZ113 (White 'Letter "V" only aft of roundel) when he and his Navigator, Flying Officer Jack Woodall, RAFVR failed to return from a rocket attack operation 5 miles north of Taungup, Burma, against Japanese troop movements. l Flying Officer Pilot George Alfred Waddell has no known grave; their names are inscribed on Column 443, of the Singapore War Memorial, Singapore (Malaya) and the Bethany Cenotaph. F/0 Waddell is also commemorated on page 469 of the Second World War 'Book of Remembrance' in The Memorial Chamber of the Parliament Buildings, Ottawa, Ontario. 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Tom Lewis C.65629 1st C.C.A.T S/P, R.C.O.C., C.M.F. Submitted by daughter, Lorna Atkins, ■ ' The air is filled with gun smoke, bursting shells, kick up a din The orders are, "Go Forward," the boys are moving in. For hours we have waited, hearts pounding our breast Until this job is done, we know there'll be no rest. Our selves, we're on a mountain, ahead, still high above Are men we're going after, the men we do not love I ask myself a question, "Can I bring myself to hate?" Time is too important; the answer, it can wait. We're slowly moving forward, slowly closing in. "God give us strength tonight," We must; we have to win The boys around are silent, better boys, you'll never find To right and left are friends, with others right behind Shells come whining over, with their piercing, whirling sound All manners are forgotten, our faces hit the ground Again, we wander forward, the .odd face has a grin. Though shells fall by the thousand, tonight, we're going to win. More shells, more cries we hear, many a boy's in pain We stumble over bodies, that Death has come, 'tis plain These bodies were once men, enjoying, full this life They'll never be forgotten, by mother, dad or wife. Oh God, why all this slaughter? Why can't this war cease? Our bodies cry for mercy, our souls they ask for peace Our mothers didn't bear us to kill our fellow man If nations can't agree, then find some other plan. My thoughts are rudely shattered, a shell has burst quite near In the silence then that follows, my buddies voice I hear. "So long pal," are his words then all he does is gasp In the dark I turn him over, those words, they were his last. I take a final look, there's a hole tom in his breast His body lies uncovered, his soul has gone to rest Did he have to die? With his blood all over the plain Lets's hope we do our duty, so his death is not in vain. All sanity has left me, tears fall against my will I'm cursing to the heavens, I have the urge to kill But I'm just one of many, a pawn in this man's war Who'll just want to forget, when at last the whole thing's o'er. Will daybreak never come? An eternity must have passed But all is not in vain, the tide has turned at last Over rocks we scramble, at a most unholy pace The enemy is retreating, at last, he's left his place. We have him on the run, but flesh can stand no more The boys are all dead tired, most of us are sore We hold our new positions, the sun comes out to shine But rest is not for us, "Rest" that word divine Our comrades can't be left, to scorch beneath the sun Their bodies must be buried, also many a Hun. Wc lay them all to rest, beneath this foreign sky Were they came to do their share, never thought they'd die The hate has left my heart, in death they look the same Of things on this good earth, man has an equal claim Our needs, need not be many, instead of this suspense Wc all could get along, by using common sense. The happenings of which I've tried to tell you with my pen Was just one night of many, to be suffered, by us men We do not ask for mercy, for in this world of sin Wc hold the strongest weapons, that is "The Will to Win." I think we've done our duty, still do it night and day And in the near future, we will have time to play For us we're moving forward, each men wears a grin A smile that means success, we know we're going to win.