My families military history probably pre-dates Culloden, but I can trace both sides back that far.
Both sides, maternal & paternal, were part of the Highland Clearances after Culloden, having fought on the Jacobite side. Both families settled in New York state, but during the revolution, remained loyal to the crown, and were chased to Canada by the Americans. On my fathers side, my direct ancestor fought with the Kings Royal Regiment of New York during the revolution. My maternal ancestors fought with Butlers Rangers in many of the same campaigns.
Along comes the War of 1812, paternal ancestor fought with the Glengarry Fencibles in Upper Canada, awarded the British General Service Medal with bar for Chryslers Farm (which is still in the family possesion). Maternal ancestor fought with the Brit army in Flanders, and was wounded at Waterloo.
Along comes the Crimea, another one of my ancestors answers the warrior call, and trots off to far side of the world. He suvives the Crimea, serves in the Sudan, comes back to Canada, and joins the Royal North West Mounted Police, where he served until his untimely death when a horse fell on him.
The Boer war, my great-grandfather answers Canada's call for this one, and joins the Royal Canadian Regiment, and of course trots off to South Africa for his adventures. We also have his medals.
Along comes War One, my grandfather and his three brothers enlist in the 2nd (Eastern Ontario) Battalion CEF, and off they go to France & Belgium. Grampa and one of my grand-uncles survive, but the other two do not. One was killed at Hill 70, and the other died of scald burns in a field hospital after being wounded at Vimy. I have all the medals for the four of them.
World War Two comes along, and gramps once again volunteers, and is assigned guard duty for CP Rail on POW trains. My dad and my uncles are all too young for this fight.
Korea, my uncle Warren enlists with the RCR, goes to Korea, gets wounded, comes back home and disappears in the Canadian North. We did'nt hear from him until 1982, when he shows up on our doorstep just in time for gramps funeral.
Vietnam comes along, and my dad becomes one of many Canadians to enlist in the US Army, and he served with the 2nd Air Cav, for two years in Southeast Asia. I was three years old when my dad went off to war. He passed away a year ago from cancer, the docs told him he probably accelerated the cancer by being in SE Asia so long ago.
1979 comes along, I drop out of school, join the Canadian Forces as an artilleryman, and get to see the world. Seved in Germany, Cyprus, Norway, Bosnia, and Kosovo. Retired in 2001 after 22 years service because I wasn't having fun anymore.
My son has just enlisted to be a Marine Engineer in the Canadian Navy, couldn't be prouder as a parent to see him getting a trade out of the military.
So.....after a long story, my family has deep military roots, not only in this country, but others as well.
Keep the home fires burning, and support our troops & veterans.
Art