19 Service Flying Training School at Vulcan, Alberta, a Second World War training airfield of the British Commonwealth Air Training Plan. These are the six remaining hangars of No. Out on the horizon line that separates the vastness of the Alberta sky from the vastness of the Alberta prairie something appears out of nowhere in the heat shimmer-a series of long, low structures, silhouetted darkly against the morning sun in the east-like the long and short dashes of a morse code calling out from time, calling men together, calling men to sacrifice. After five minutes, the land to the south of the road begins to rise imperceptibly. One moment there is nothing but a rise in the floor of the west and the next there is a glimpse of history.

Right after that turn, you come to Regional Road 163 which runs due east again and arrow straight for another 12 Kilometers over a flat skillet landscape. About 20 kilometers along 533, the highway takes a hard left north and becomes Alberta Highway 804. I've driven out of Nanton a number of times with pilot Todd Lemieux, headed east of Highway 533 towards Vulcan, Alberta to go flying or exploring. Perhaps it's the blue dome of the sky and the startling vistas, the heartless winter winds, the direct, no-nonsense men, the uber-competent women or maybe it's the fading ghosts that surround me from a time long past when men from the east and west came together here to prepare for war.

But when I sweep down out of Calgary on Highway 2, the farther south I get, the more I feel I belong there. Liberal, urban, soft-a bit of a pussy by Alberta standards.

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