My grandpa at the beginning of World War 1
I’m sitting here today and thinking about how much I owe to the men and women who have served our country in the military from the earliest days of our existence to the present. I have never looked out my window to see tanks and military vehicles on my street; never heard the sounds of gunfire or bombs falling. I am free to express my opinion on the government, free to follow the religion of my choice. No one excludes me from any building or ceremony because of the colour of my skin or my choice of attire. I owe these freedoms to others who were willing to put their lives on the line, some of whom gave up their lives on the battlefield. They don’t ask much of us…just some respect and two minutes of our time on November 11 at 11 a.m. They ask that we buy and wear a poppy. They ask that we remember them. A small price to pay for our priceless freedom.