Vancouver, British Columbia, Monday, May 7, 1945. My grandma had this newspaper out on her table when I went to see her yesterday. She married my grandfather just before he was deployed; he served with the Calgary Highlanders and was gone for three years. When I asked her about the papers, my grandmother told me that the middle of the paper had a whole page, printed in the tiniest possible type, divided up into three columns—missing, wounded, killed—and that every week she would read the names printed under each heading. The Vancouver Sun's special peace edition from the same day said, "In many homes in Canada today the joy of victory will be tempered by sorrow for those who will not return." My grandfather came home, but I imagine sorrow and joy were impossible to separate for just about everyone on this day.