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In Memory of Reg.#10759, George Thom
'Friends Not Forgotten'
In your automated e-mail response, you were asking for stories. I can recall a story that Dad told us about his training in Regina, and in particular the training with the horses.
My Dad was by no means a rider, but was very good driving horses after his years on a farm on the prairies after he arrived from Scotland. On this particular day, his Troop had to ride bare back, and had to go over a small jump. Dad recalled that he was petrified as he was having trouble staying on the horse without a saddle.
He and the horse approached the jump and over they went. Dad stayed on the horse hanging on for dear life, but he slid up the horse's neck. He was very proud of himself for managing to stay on, but that lasted only for a short second. The next thing he heard was a blast from the instructor berating him for having dismounted. Although he was still on the horse, obviously it was not in the right place!
Margaret Thom
Ottawa, Ontario
'A Story of My Father'
'Maintien Our Memories'
J. J. Healy,
Reg.#23685
