This past weekend was Memorial Day in the US. Being a Canadian, I don’t know anything about this holiday. Which is shocking really, because I grew up in a border town and spent more weekend in Birch Bay than I did at home. I was reading a post from the blog I Should Be Folding Laundry and the writer did a good job sharing her emotions tied to this holiday. Although Canadians are involved in this war, I haven’t felt any real conection to it at all. I don’t think about it on a regualr basis. Maybe I should watch the news a little more. I don’t know anyone who is in the Middle East right now. I have no enlisted family members. Basically, this war and the miltary do not touch my life in a tangible way. It is wrong of me though, to think I am not affected. I do not agree with the past seven years of war and mayhem. I don’t think Canadians should be invovled. That doens’t mean that I don’t admire and respect those who are there, dedicated and fighting.
My grandfather survived a war. My father was in the air force and is a Legion member today. I make sure I buy my poppy each year. I haven’t been to a ceramony since highschool though. I guess I should maybe make more of an effort to educating myself about what is happening in the world today and what that really means for me and my family.
