On the morning of June 7, 1940, Archie MacNaughton awoke in his home in Black River Bridge, N.B., for the last time. In previous days, he had arranged for a formal picture of himself with his wife, Grace, son Francis, and daughter Margaret. Archie was 43 years old, a farmer, father, husband, and First World War veteran. Now, he was enlisting again, making the 20 km trip to Chatham to sign up as an officer. He had some idea of what lay ahead; so, in a different sense, did Grace. In 2019, 75 years later, Margaret recalled her mother saying with grim finality: “No one survives two world wars.”