Watching the Parliament Hill shooting aftermath yesterday, I was filled with horror, sorrow, and rage.
Mostly what's left now is rage.
I like what Rex Murphy has to say.
And in case you ever wondered what an action hero really looks like, here's Kevin Vickers for you.
I feel at loose ends. I wish Ottawa were not so far away because my impulse is to go there. I'd like to wear my red and white, and walk through the grounds and talk to other Canadians on the same pilgrimage.
But I can't do that. So I went to the Cenotaph today, wearing the Remembrance Day poppy that the Veterans sent in the mail, and laid a bouquet in thanks for the two soldiers killed this week, and for the heroic action of the Sergeant at Arms.
I can't really do anything, but I can be something: I can be all the things that Canada promises. Free in my choice of religion, free in my choice of lifestyle.
I probably won't ever be called upon to physically defend my country, but if that strange day should somehow arrive I would be glad to pay Canada back with anything and with everything.
God keep our land.
1 comment:
Well said, Shan. I almost went with the same title for my post today, but in the end went with "My home and native land." I go back and forth between rage and sorrow.
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