Veterans Initiatives Network, Prince Edward Island

01/30/2026

R.E.D. Friday.. Remember Everyone Deployed.. we went, we fought, we bled.. we did not deny.. Lest we forget 🍁

01/23/2026

R.E.D. Friday.. Remember Everyone Deployed.. a time in history planning and preparation is in order.. thankful for our CAF.. Lest we forget 🍁

01/16/2026

R.E.D. Friday.. Remember Everyone Deployed.. so many lost in battles forgotten.. so many serving in places unknown.. heroes all.. Lest we forget 🍁

01/09/2026

R.E.D. Friday.. Remember Everyone Deployed.. during these times of heightened tensions.. respect to those serving at home and abroad.. Lest we forget 🍁

01/02/2026

R.E.D. Friday.. Remember Everyone Deployed.. starting the New Year right.. remembering those who are proudly serving away from home.. Lest we forget 🍁

01/01/2026

12/26/2025

R.E.D. Friday.. Remember Everyone Deployed.. for the many who have been lost.. for those deployed during the Christmas Season.. for those who have safely returned to be with their families.. Lest we forget 🍁

12/19/2025

R.E.D. Friday.. Remember Everyone Deployed.. to all our service members who are Deployed over Christmas.. and their families awaiting their safe return.. Merry Christmas.. Lest we forget 🍁

12/16/2025

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Uncle Rick
They called him Uncle Rick, the general who knew
That brass and leafs mean nothing if you can’t see the view
From muddy boots and rifle weight, from sleepless desert night,
From wondering if the folks back home still think this fight is right.
He walked among the sandbags where the privates pulled their guard,
He knew their names, their hometowns, knew the waiting part was hard.
No gleaming office kept him from the forward line of fire,
He stood where bullets whispered and the stakes kept climbing higher.
“I’ll never ask,” he’d tell them with those steady, searching eyes,
“A single thing of you I wouldn’t do.” No compromise.
And soldiers knew he meant it, felt it down into their bones—
This wasn’t just a general making speeches, striking tones.
He fought the fights that mattered: better kit, and better care,
He raised his voice in Ottawa when others wouldn’t dare,
For body armor, proper boots, for those who’d lost their way,
For bringing every soldier home, come what may.
They’d see him in Kandahar’s dust, or Petawawa’s cold,
Not touring like a visitor, but present, brave, and bold.
A soldier’s general through and through, who bore the weight they bore,
Who knew that leadership means standing at the door.
So here’s to Uncle Rick, who led the way they say is right:
From the front, with heart, with honour, and with soldiers in his sight.