(This is a repost of something I wrote years ago for another website (Hello, Fictionique) and put up here some time later. I think it's still relevant.)

     When  James Chaney Palms showed up at the Essex Scottish Regiment's recruiting office one fine fall day to volunteer for the Second World War, he was wearing his riding boots.
     It might have been expected from an irrepressible young man who was the offspring of a prominent and wealthy family, likeable, well-educated and, as they say, well set-up. He was eager to enlist, although as an infantryman, he wouldn't spend any time on horseback.
     The Windsor-based regiment, with a military tradition dating to the 18th century, had secretly started mobilizing Sept. 1, 1939, nine days before Canada declared war on Germany and its allies.
     Palms was deemed officer material, and was duly commissioned as a lieutenant. It troubled absolutely no one that he wasn't from Windsor, nor even the outlying areas of Essex and Kent counties.
     In fact, he wasn't even Canadian: He was from across the Detroit River, just one of many Americans who would train and serve with the Essex Scottish long before the U.S. entered the war.
     On the other hand, Thomas Henry Nichols lied about his age to enlist in Company A of the 2nd Massachusetts Volunteer Infantry on May 5, 1864, in Chesterfield, Mass.
     One of the first of the Northern regiments raised during the Civil War, the 2nd Massachusetts became renowned for its discipline and reliability in every command in which it served, as part of Slocum's 12th Corps in the Army of the Potomac and under Sherman during the March to the Sea.
     Nichols, who apparently never rose above the rank of private soldier, would be with the regiment in the campaign through Georgia, and was with the first Union soldiers to enter Atlanta, Sept. 2, 1864. He likely saw action in places like Bentonville and Peach Tree Creek and Kenesaw Mountain. The battles were terrible, the carnage relentless on both sides.
      Nichols wasn't an American, and doubtless that troubled no one either. He was a farm boy from Pictou County, Nova Scotia, and just one of many from what would become Canada who fought in the Civil War.

* * *

     The grave of James Chaney Palms isn't visited very often on Memorial Day, but it is frequently decorated with flowers, as are all those cemeteries maintained so immaculately around the world by the Commonwealth War Graves Commission.
     He lies in a place called Hautot-sur-mer, France, where the dead rest head-to-head, German army fashion, since it was the Wehrmacht that buried the nearly 1,000 who were killed in the Dieppe Raid on Aug. 19, 1942.
     His gravestone bears the traditional maple leaf of the Canadian Army, and under his name the inscription "OF U.S.A." appears above the name of his regiment.
     Palms is with his comrades in the Essex Scottish, more than 100 of whom were killed that day in a frontal sea assault on a fortified coastal city. He died leading his men, a survivor told me, with scarcely a mark on his body, possibly from concussion, or maybe from a small shell fragment.
     Thomas Henry Nichols, on the other hand, long outlived the horrors of the Civil War. He died in 1937, in a fishing village on the Ontario shore of Lake Erie, far from his Nova Scotia birthplace, far from the southern battlefields he somehow survived.
     He remained proud of his service to the Cause, and was an officer in the Edward Pomeroy branch of the Grand Army of the Republic (GAR) veterans' organisation when he lived in Jackson, Mich.
     His simple flat marker bears a depiction of his veteran's medal, a five-pointed star with "GAR" in the centre. Under his dates of birth and death is "Co. A 2nd MASS. VOL. INF".
     The Commonwealth War Graves Commission doesn't maintain that cemetery, but it is well-tended nonetheless. Next to his grave is a white cross, erected by the local branch of the Royal Canadian Legion, which so honours every known veteran.
     James Chaney Palms and Thomas Henry Nichols stand for the tens of thousands of their countrymen over the last 175 years who fought in each other's armed forces, whether officially, as in the Devil's Brigade in the Second World War, or unofficially in regiments like the Essex Scottish or the Marines or the Air Cavalry or the 18th Battalion or ... the list is endless.
     Our countries owe each other so much in so many ways. On this Memorial Day, at least one Canadian will be remembering Jimmy Palms and his riding boots, and all those other fine boys who came north over the years to answer the call.
     And I think I'll pick some wildflowers and spend a few moments with Thomas Henry Nichols, who's buried a couple of miles away from where I write this, to honour all those fine boys who heard the same call ... and went south in answer.

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Comment by Jonathan Wolfman on May 26, 2018 at 1:37pm


Comment by Boanerges on May 26, 2018 at 2:15pm

Thanks, Jon. You know I mean it, too. As you can see, I have visited Palms's grave (it's one row over from my cousin's, killed in the same doomed "reconnaissance in force"). I never, ever forget. (I would be remiss for not noting that the Department of Veterans Affairs paid for me to go over to Dieppe along with 50 survivors in 1992. An unforgettable experience.)

Comment by koshersalaami on May 26, 2018 at 5:26pm

I remember this

Comment by Steel Breeze on May 27, 2018 at 6:45am

R&L....thank you sir....

Comment by J.P. Hart on May 28, 2018 at 9:21am

Yo Bo!

Memorial Day: A Canadian View and the post about Silent Night~WW I Christmas Truce
& 66 others. . .

Ty Bo!

Comment by Boanerges on May 28, 2018 at 2:43pm

Thanks for reading it again, Kosh.

More than welcome, SB. Glad you liked it.

Prodigious memory, JP. The Silent Night post was the first thing I ever personally put up on the Internet (on Open Salon). Some other stuff is online -- from my job and freelance work -- but  under my real name.


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