Ralph Maclean profile from April 2019
		“It was right over my bed. Picture me with a roof at my feet. 
		With your friends at your feet. There was a guard on duty and he had 
		apparently stepped out the door, and the whole shed came down around 
		him.”
		It was New Years’ Eve 1944, and the barracks containing 180 Canadian 
		Prisoners of War in Japan collapsed under a wet snowfall, with himself 
		spared by a hole in the roof.
		POWs desperately tried to dig out their friends from under the 
		rubble, but were ordered by Japanese guards to form up and be counted, 
		lest they attempt an escape in the chaos.
		Canadians were left trapped, crying, moaning and entombed. 
		8 Canadians died that night.
		Their frozen bodies were too big for the coffins provided, and their 
		corpses were broken at the elbows and knees.
		Of all things that might kill a Canadian in the Far East during war, 
		death by snow seemed a cruel irony.
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		Ralph Maclean was from Grindstone Island, Magdalen Islands in the 
		Gulf of Saint Lawrence.
		He recalled his trip to Asia, with his troop ship stopped in Pearl 
		Harbor in November 1941 to be greeted by ‘Hula’ dancers and a near 
		mutiny over poor rations of poorly cooked tripe and mutton.
		Upon capture on Christmas Day 1941, he was roped together with his 
		platoon mates with barbed wire, and placed in the middle of the Jockey 
		Club Stadium.
		He had signed up with his best friend Deighton Aitken, who was 
		separated from him during a diphtheria epidemic.
		
		
		
		This disease forms a mucus membrane in your throat suffocating you 
		and, if this is survived, releases toxins into the bloodstream. Ralph 
		returned to POW Camp in HK to find Deighton had died.
		His platoon Sgt. Bill Pope was from my hometown of Cookshire and my 
		Grandfather’s best friend from childhood and college.
		Bill’s Grandfather was a Senator and his Great-Grandfather was a MP 
		and the first Minister of Agriculture and Railways.
		“He was just perfect. He was a fine man,” recalled Ralph.
		Bill died while a POW in Hong Kong.
		In Hong Kong, he carried buckets of dirt by hand to move hills to 
		expand Kai Tak Airport until he was sent to Japan on a ‘draft’ to the 
		Japanese homeland to work in factories, mines and shipyards.
		Locked in the hold of a ‘Hell Ship’, Ralph and other Canadians were 
		locked in the dark cargo holds far below the waterline, with only 
		buckets of rice and others to use as bathrooms in two 7 day stretches.
		I had not previously published his story last year as I was hoping to 
		interview him again for a few follow-up questions.
		However, Ralph passed away this past March, days before Covid 
		lockdowns commenced, and before we had a chance to speak again.
		May he rest in peace.
		
		
		Hormidas Fredette from a Remembrance Day
		"I used to close my eyes and chomp, chomp, chomp (gestures eating) to 
		eat the cup of rice so I couldn't see the maggots and bugs in it," he 
		chuckled about his Prisoner Camp rations.
		Meet Hormidas Fredette.
		Hormidas is 103 years old.
		He is the last remaining Eastern Townships veteran of the Battle of 
		Hong Kong.
		He is from Richmond Quebec, lived in Windsor Quebec and now lives in 
		New Minas, Nova Scotia.
		It is incredible to think he was born in 1917, over a year before the 
		end of World War 1, and during the Russian Revolution.
		"I hope I'll still be around!," he exclaimed when I told him I was 
		coming to see him.
		
		
		
		Pictured, Hormidas is showing me his prized rosary beads, that he 
		carved from fruit pits and wired together from scrap metal in the 
		factories he was forced to work in.
		Originally from Richmond Quebec, he fought with The Royal Rifles of 
		Canada in Hong Kong and was a Prisoner of War there and in Japan.
		He only met my Grandfather C.Q.M.S. Colin A. Standish, another Royal 
		Rifle, once: they shared a beer together in Quebec City.
		On leave from Valcartier, Hormidas, a Private, spotted my 
		Grandfather, a NCO, near the Citadelle in Old Quebec.
		Hormidas called him over and they drank a beer together in a parking 
		lot and caught up on Townships life and went their separate ways.
		It's funny to think of what people might remember of you someday...
		Hormidas fought in the Battle, was pressed into hard labour by the 
		Japanese and moved hills, bucket by bucket of earth, to construct Kai 
		Tak Airport in Hong Kong.
		In Japan, he had to paint the sides of ships in drydock, where an 
		earthquake once knocked his scaffolding off the side of the ship leaving 
		him hanging there until rescued by other workers.
		Hormidas returned home, married his sweetheart, and retired to the 
		Annapolis Valley with his two sons.
		I was reluctant to contact Hormidas initially, as there is a moving 
		video of him (I encourage you to watch it) rejecting the Japanese 
		apology in 2011 and breaking down on screen.
		However, he was a warm and gentle man, who welcomed me into his home 
		and was eager to share his war experiences without reservation.
		I returned the favour from many years ago and brought him a beer.