Chynoweth, E.
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Earl Chynoweth was my grandfather, and my father was John Chynoweth. My siblings and I never had the chance to meet Earl as he had passed before we were was born, but the stories we heard of him, most being tragic consequences of having fought and been injured in the war, always defined that postbellum era that seemed so foreign to my own life experience - war brides, trauma, and stoicism.
I have never heard any accounts of his experiences in the war. I once met a German WWII veteran who also refused to recount his experiences, but he wore the Toronto Maple Leafs hat I had given with a smile. It has always stayed with me that the two of them would have had much more in common than the people who sent them to fight each other would have ever admitted, and that is much of how the world is.