It is easier of course when the names are released, but when names are withheld it is an emotional time. My wife cannot watch the news and waits for a phone call, an email that reassurres us that our Son is safe and sound.
I know a thing or two about loss. One of my Brothers was taken from us when he was just seven and though my Mother carried on and raised her other sons she never quite recovered from the grief. When she died a few years ago I thought to myself. It's your time now, go home to him, be with him, we will carry on. She slipped away and was gone moments after the life support was shut down.
My heart truly breaks for the families of my fallen comrades. Their lives are now in turmoil, a fog of disbelief. Only after the parades, the funerals and words of comfort by many people will the sense of loss truly begin to seep in.
When it does, there will be sadness, anger, crisis in faith. These poor folk, Mother, Father, Brother, Sister, Wife and Child. They will bear the burden now as we squabble about who's right and who's wrong. Their lives are changed forever.
I would ask that we take a moment to show respect, in our thoughts and in our words. Whether you support ther Mission in Afghanistan or not is not really relevant. These young soldiers who paid the the ultimate price share one common thread with every one of us.
They were Canadian.