After a bit of research, it appear that the boy uniform might have been something similar to the uniform worn by some highlander regiment during ww1 (namely the 48th highland regiment and/or the 41st calgary highlander, in fact most highlanders regiment have a kilt in their parade dress). The kilt was not deemed a suitable battle dress during ww2.
http://shoulder-to-shoulder.net/items/448&p=0http://www.calgaryhighlanders.com/traditions/regimentaldress/fulldress.htmThey were kept as traditional parade dress. The sacrifice made by the soldiers of WW1, tough further away in time from us, must not be forgotten. They battled in harsh condition and many were lost and were never heard of again. I once heard in a tv show about the great battles of WW1 that farmers in France found their lands, being former battlefields, more fertile after the war. They were enriched by the blood spilled there by our proud soldiers...
Canadian fought and died for the first time as former colony suporting the allies in Ypres, western Belgium, between april 22nd and may 25th 1915, in the 2nd battle of Ypres. It was in the aftermath of this battle that Canadian physician and Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae is popularly believed to have written the poem
In Flanders Fields on may 3rd, 1915, after he witnessed the death of his friend, Lieutenant Alexis Helmer, 22 years old, the day before. It goes like this :
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie,
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
This poem is what gave birth to the emblem of the rememberance day also known as Poppy day.
Sad to know that most of these soldiers are now only a name written on a monument somewhere in europe. Most of wich our kids dont even know the meaning of...
Our freedom we so arrogantly hold for our birth right have a price in blood.
