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November 11, 2006
Gen. Rick Hillier calls Canada's emotion 'greater than it has ever been.'
By RICK BELL
We are at war.
Maybe you don't think we should be at war. Maybe you do.
Maybe you deny we are at war at all.
None of it is important this day. We are at war.
And, because we are at war, perhaps today's Remembrance Day will somehow be different. Perhaps.
Perhaps the lest-we-forgets of today will hit harder and deeper and it will be more difficult to treat this Nov. 11 as just another stop on the calendar, wearing the obligatory poppy while cruising the malls which shamelessly open well before the eleventh hour.
Alas, malls open before the silence, can you believe it?
"We're open regular hours, because it's a Saturday," says one mall mouthpiece. A not-so-faint ka-ching can be heard in the background.
Still, perhaps Canadians, more Canadians, many Canadians, will take the time this time to really and truly remember. One can hope.
Cliff Chadderton, head of the War Amps, lost his right leg as a soldier serving with the legendary Royal Winnipeg Rifles back in '44. He holds out hope.
"The touch should be so much closer, so much more personal and so very real," says Cliff, referring to the impact of the combat deaths of Canadians over in Afghanistan.
"We're in this again. We are in a situation where our soldiers are picking up arms, marching off and getting killed. It's a long time since we had to go through this."
And the news is so quick, so immediate, so thorough. There are the faces on the front page, the flag-draped coffins off the plane, the almost instant interviews of the loved ones in grief.
Was he or she married? Did they have kids? Where are they from? What were they like? All is answered, 42 times.
Cliff recalls going to the burial of Capt. Nichola Goddard of Calgary at the National Military Cemetery in Ottawa.
"When I got closer, physically I had trouble making myself go and it was more than just my bum leg. I heard a sound through the trees, a keening sound, the sound of tears. Here was a young girl with all kinds of promise and it hit me. Boom. My thoughts all came back, back all the way to France, back to Normandy."
Of course, this isn't Normandy. And, since so much to so many is fading history, we have grown soft in a freedom where it seemed no price needed to be paid.
And when there is a price now, the terrible tab of putting your life on the line is covered by a professional military, not locally raised regiments where your dad, your husband, your brother, your neighbour is in the ranks and everyone knows somebody who comes home in pieces or not at all.
No, this sure isn't war of the old school. No declaration in Parliament, no A to B to C to D to E and onward, from home to camp to ship to England to the beaches and see who gets to Berlin first. Nobody measures victory as an arrow for the good guys moving ever forward on a map. No great speeches are heard, no ticker tape parades are seen. Vera Lynn isn't on the airwaves promising we'll meet again, no one need collect for the war effort, no sacrifice is required from citizens on the home front.
Let's face it. The nation is not even anywhere near united in a common cause. Public support seems to fall when the death count rises and popular backing goes up when the news of casualties goes down. You shake your head.
But we are still at war and those who serve in Afghanistan are the latest in a long line of this country's heroes stretching from before we were a nation to a distant land we can't even begin to understand.
This year we are told Remembrance Day will be so much more poignant. Is that true or just a script? Will attendance at this day's events be so much higher? Will those who can't get out be glued to the ceremonies on the screen as never before? Or will the malls win out? It is a Saturday.
Of this Nov. 11, Gen. Rick Hillier, chief of the defence staff, says: "This week, the chill down my back and the emotion I and all of us feel across the country is greater than it has ever been." For all of Canada, one can hope.