From
where I sit it looks like 'thank you' is insufficient...
I've
grown up with sports. Being able to spend a few hours relaxing with
a game on is something many of us take for granted. The life we
enjoy today would never have been possible without the sacrifice of
tens of thousands young men and women. The pictures of graveyards
are visually overwhelming. The sight of row, upon row, upon row of headstones is staggering.
via en.wikipedia.org
The
impact for me is deeply personal. While, I had one grandfather serve
in World War 2, he never saw action over-seas. However, my other
grandfather was in the Netherlands. He saw the devastation. He saw
the madness. He was finally saved by the Canadians. If it wasn't
for their sacrifice I wouldn't be here. Neither would my daughter.
As she grows I will teach her about the soldiers who died for us.
Someday I want to take her to Vimy Ridge, to Juno Beach, to Arnhem.
I want her to see and try to understand what happened to give her the
life she enjoys. More importantly I want her to have an opportunity
to say thank you. I want to say thank you, too. Even though it
seems so insufficient.
At
least that's how I see it...and I sit in the cheap seats.
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