He wasn't Canadian, but a bullet wound to my grandfather's face and two shrapnel wounds to his head are how close I came to not being here today.
When I look back through my family lines, it's quite astounding how lucky I am to be here at all, and I guess it must be the same for most if not all of us alive today. Not just because of the Great War, but also ancestors who were the only child from their family who survived to adulthood and produced children, or died from complications of bearing a child whom without which I wouldn't be here also.
So many examples in my ancestry. It's quite thought provoking..