Officials gather aboard the USS Missouri to sign this document and end the Second World War.
Canada’s signature is missing? No. Look closely. We signed on the wrong line.
Everyone was watching.
It was quite the scene.
Who would make such a blunder?
Well, it could've been anyone, really. We've all done it. Okay, maybe not on an Instrument of Surrender.
This blunder's all Colonel Lawrence Moore Cosgrave.
Who was this Colonel Cosgrave? During the First World War, he saw the gas at Ypres, poppies blowing in Flanders. Two Distinguished Service Orders. The Croix de Guerre.
Wounded in battle, blinded in one eye.
Young men crying for their mothers.
Children singing Silent Night.
He knew war. He saw it, felt it.
He thought its scourge was over forever.
“...at last, the world was safe for all the babes of the world... which, thank God and the men of to-day, would never again undergo the agony, the pain and the heart torture of another such Armageddon..."
He knew the cost of war. So imagine him that day 76 years ago, half blind from his service. Imagine him signing to end it, committing to human dignity, freedom, tolerance, and justice.
Imagine how he felt in that moment.
By the way, he hit the mark on the Allies' copy.
It's strange how we treat those who make such mistakes, isn't it?
It's strange how we talk about it. It's strange how one mistake stays with them, even in their obituaries.
It's strange we don't ask more about their stories. It's strange we're not more curious.
He saw the crosses, the poppies.
He tasted the horror of war.
He knew the Dead.
After Ypres, he said Lieutenant-Colonel John McCrae laid a piece of scrap paper on his back and wrote this poem.
What would you think of the agony, pain, and heart torture since you signed that document?
What would you say today?
We see you, Colonel Lawrence Moore Cosgrave.
Since posting this thread, we heard from a member of Colonel Cosgrave’s family who said the eye injury initially occurred while he was boxing at the Royal Military College.
During the war, as per these notes, another injury resulted in a complete loss of vision in the same eye.
With his Jewish mother weeping after hearing her brothers and sisters were murdered by the Nazis, Alex Polowin wondered what he could do. He wanted to try to help her remaining relatives.
“I felt I owed it to them try to save their lives.”
Born to a Jewish family in Lithuania, his parents brought him to Canada when he was three years old.
14 years later, in the middle of the Second World War, he lied about his age to enlist in the Navy.
As he and his shipmates protected the supply routes from U-Boats, he stared down antisemitism.
Fighting the Nazis on the Atlantic crossing, the Murmansk Run, off Normandy on D-Day. Fighting the intolerance of his own shipmates.
When his father took him to the train to head off to the war, he looked him in the eye and said words Vince Speranza never forgot. As he was about to jump for the first time, those words came rushing back.
"Son, don't do anything to shame the family."
When they were surrounded by the Nazis in Bastogne, his wounded friend asked him for a drink. He scoured the bombed out local taverns until he found the fruitful tap.
Vince filled his helmet with beer and brought it back to Joe Willis.
Frank Slade was helping his Aunt Ethel run her gas station in Goldsboro, North Carolina, when there was a knock on the door.
Two men told him he had a choice between joining the U.S. Army for the Korean War or returning to Canada.
What did he do?
He returned to Canada. But at the Horseshoe Tavern in Toronto, he bumped into a buddy from Newfoundland.
Don Penney was in a Canadian Army uniform and about to head to Korea. He told Frank to join him.
The next day, Frank Slade signed up.
Frank and Don were from fishing villages in Newfoundland, their childhood far removed from the conflicts they read about in the newspapers and heard on the radio.
Frank's first job was carrying messages to people in town who didn't yet have telephones. His pay?