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J J © ^fjhe © I tat GakniUe (B 'inxtztk F O RB U S IN E S SFX CfaLftlfir T h e O a k v ille . M ilto n a n d D is tric t 467 Speers Rd,, Oakville O nt L6K3S4 845-3824 Fax; 337-5567 Circulation: 845-9742 met Editorials Honouring the sacrifice On Sunday, Canadians everywhere should take a moment to remember the men and women who have fought wars to preserve that most precious com modity called freedom. Today's fast-paced world can make it too easy to forget the human sacrifices made to ensure our right to be free remained intact. To ask that we spend one day each year remembering those who fought and those who died on the battlefield, in the air or on the seas is certainly not an unreasonable request. It's the least we can do for generations of Canadians who travelled abroad to war - many of them never surviving to make the trip. If the events of Sept. 11 don't provide a wake-up call to what can happen when we take our freedom for granted, perhaps nothing will. Today's enemy is far less identifiable in geographical terms and therefore harder to defeat, but poses no less a threat to our freedom. In 2001 Canadians have again answered the call to military action to protect us from those who would threaten our way of life. Just as we should support the efforts of today's soldiers, we must never for get those who went into battle long before many Canadians were even bom. We would encourage Oakville residents to show their respect for our veter ans not just on Sunday, but anytime they should encounter them. This Nov. 11, the Oakville Legion, Branch 114 is holding a Remembrance Day Ceremony at the Cenotaph at George's Square on Trafalgar Road at Sumner Avenue at 11 a.m. We urge everyone to attend. By wearing a poppy, attending a service or simply offering a heartfelt thank you to a veteran, we can spread the message we have not forgotten and never will. * S ^ U r e m -a l q s e e a M o n s t e r , in c . Recalling an encounter with Dr. Lance A. Lot man can afford to be philo And give it to me straight." "About five minute," she said. I sophical, if not actually brave, when staring death in gasped. My life, such as it is, flashed the face. And there I was, not actual before my eyes. Then the doctor con ly staring death in the face per se, tinued: "I'm kind of in a rush. Once but, rather, staring a doctor in the we're finished, I still have to see face (a doctor who, in my mind rep another patient, then I'm due over at resented death). The doctor, in turn, the hospital." I was actually querying about my was staring me in the face from an uncomfortably close range. life expectancy, not the doctor's tight Specifically, she was gazing through schedule. But never mind. Regardless, I think what is needed the business end of a lighted instru ment that was ignominiously here is a little medical perspective, crammed up my proboscis, which is dispensed in layman's terms... I've just a very fancy word for nose. The been having nosebleeds. Gushers. For the past couple of years, an occa old schnozzle. "How much time do I have, Doc? sional geyser, kind of like an Old A ANDY JUNIPER Faithful, only without the tourists and the souvenirs (pennants, posters, shot glasses, tube tops and such). Then last summer, what with the swimming and damaging pool chem icals surging up mt vulnerable nasal passages with each triple flip, or flop, I executed off the high board, the fre quency and severity of the gushers increased. Without getting into all the horri ble goo and gore, let me just sum up the situation by saying one night I gushed for about an hour and a half, finally staunching the crimson tide with six rolls of paper towel, an ice pack and a rather stiff drink of rum. Actually, the mm was more for my nerves than my nose. You see, I'm squeamish when it comes to the sight of blood... Now, if you're thinking that chronic nosebleeds are a rather bizarre infirmity, you should know that "Odd Ailments" is my middle ' name. Once I had a gruesome growth coming out of my ear, the very sight b y ste v e n e a se of which sent me scurrying to a rather sadistic specialist (a Dr. Lance A. Lot), who advanced upon me with a very long needle in hand. Like he was a medieval jouster and my ear was his target. Then there was the time when this gross thing appeared out of nowhere, and in my armpit, no less. Ahh, but that was easily removed with the short stroke of a long scalpel... Too much informa tion? Sorry. Allow me to return to the matter at hand. Once the swim season ended, all the bloody bleeding abated. Alas, recently it's returned. I headed to the doctor, naturally not fearing the worse, simply keeping a calm mind (My God, I was thinking, I'll bet my brain has suffered a meltdown and is now leaking out my nose). "I think we have two choices," the doctor said, once she had finished examining my beak. "We can try a regimen of nasal gel, or we can cau terize." C-c-c-auterize? Remarkably, considering my courage in the face of medical inva sion, I chose the gel. Did I say that I could afford to be philosophical in the face of death? Well how's this for philosophical: It will be a cold day in hell before I let anyone solder my schnozzle.