Description
Edwin George Laird
Mr. Laird was born in Verwood, Saskatchewan and attended school there until grade 4. In 1934, when Mr. Laird was 11 years old his father passed away. Mr Laird and the rest of the family moved to a homestead in the bush north of Verwood. Not having a radio until 1940, news of war was very limited. As they started to hear radio coverage, Mr. Laird began to think he should get involved. In February 1942, Mr. Laird travelled to Saskatoon to enlist, and after joining the tank corps was sent to Guelph, Ontario, for training. Soon after he was sent to England where after completing his basic training, he was made a signaller. After advance training he was assigned to the 2nd Field Regiment On June 10, 1943, Mr. Laird disembarked from Scotland, destined to invade Sicily a month later. From there Mr. Laird fought across Italy with the Vandoos and Saskatoon Light Infantry. Eventually, Mr. Laird and other Canadians in Europe were sent to join with Canadian Forces in France. From there they moved into Belgium, and Germany, remaining there until the war ended. Mr. Laird returned to Canada in early 1946, and received his discharge soon after.
Transcript
I'm getting ahead of myself, but to finish that part of it, I never thought anymore about that, but as I went on in the army for a few months, guess I often wondered what in the hell Montgomery was doing up there with us infantry troops, the Seaforths and Vandoos. He's a field marshal and what would he be doing in a culvert. By this time, I ... I'd been in enough action to know that they weren't sending mortar bombs enough over there to kill Ed Laird. They were trying to blow that damn road, culvert out of there. That's what they were at. What kind of a knucklehead would get in there? That's what they're trying to blow up. He's a field marshal. That always struck me that way. Well, after the war, here in 1985, I took my wife back to Holland, and we come back to England. We stayed there for week in England. ‘Course we went to Madame Toussaud's Waxworks. Just in there is a big wax statue of Montgomery. My wife had heard this story before, y'know, just telling you. She said, "Hey, Ed, here's your buddy. Get over there, I'll take your picture." which she did. And I went up there and she said, "It was him? " and I said, "Yeah, it was him, but he's different, he, he seemed taller than the guy I remember, but then he's on a wooden thing, and his face was... It was him, alright, but this, this guy, the statue, his face wasn't quite as sharp, his nose wasn't as sharp as the Montgomery that I knew. When I find out the things from the architects the (inaudible) Montgomery didn't go into Sicily. He was having some troubles with the British government, him and Winston Churchill were feuding about how they'd do it or some goddamn thing, and they sent his look alike in there. And I thought it was, he said it was, was Montgomery. We thought it was a field marshal. But that's the guy that was in the ditch with me. But I noticed there was not much difference that I, when I got to taking his picture, you could tell him.