
It is a week before Remembrance Day, but I’ve been thinking on the annual sombre event lately, partly because in my duties as a reporter I’ve interviewed and written a story about a Canadian soldier who served in Afghanistan. Serving on the counter-IED unit, he personally knew 30 Canadians who have fallen in the sands of Kandahar.
There is a new generation of soldiers returning from war, something that has not been seen in Canada in about 50 years, or two generations. That’s not to trivialize Rwanda or Bosnia, but our country hasn’t had to deal with the reality of war dead in a half century and we have not handled their sacrifices very well.
In fact, it would be fair to say we have broken faith with the dead, choosing not to carry on their torch and honour their sacrifices by seeing through the mission to success. It was a political decision made to pacify the pacifists created by two generations of peace. Today’s young people know nothing of war, and so their only reaction to it is revulsion.
I wonder what the young people of my grandfather’s generation would think of the country they fought for? When news broke that Canada had declared war on Nazi Germany on Sept. 10, 1939, young men left their farms and their mothers and wives and children and rushed off to do their duty. Some towns lost an entire generation of men to that sacrifice.
Although Canada has lost 158 soldiers in its nearly decade-long commitment to Afghanistan, we lost nearly five times that number over three years in Korea. In the Second World War there were 46,998 men who fell for Canada, averaging over 20 soldiers each day. But this all pales in comparison to the 66,665 who died fighting in the trenches in the Great War, more than all other conflicts combined. Can anyone conceive of the human loss this country faced in its infancy, and the numbers of widows, fatherless children and devastated families?
With all respect to each of the 158 men and women who died in service of country in Afghanistan, our sacrifice has been relatively limited in comparison to the blood we’ve spilled in defence of our country in the past. And lest we forget, Canada fought the Great War with nearly 9 million citizens in her homeland, losing nearly one percent of our population. Assuming there were 3 million male Canadians of fighting age between 15 and 64 years of age, we lost over two percent of our entire male population.
Nobody is questioning the hardiness of our modern soldier, but I wonder if even they can imagine the horrors experienced by our great war veterans? Today’s soldiers are well-fed and cared for, with good pay and benefits, internet access and frequent access to their loved ones. These are all pleasures we are happy to provide to our soldiers, but imagine what the men in the trenches in 1944 or 1918 faced? Imagine the human suffering they endured for their children, who have become our parents or grandparents.
On this Remembrance Day we should honour not only those men and women who have sacrificed, but remember why we live in privilege and luxury and peace. We should be grateful it is not we who grew up during a time when we would have to go to war, knowing we’d either die or see our best friends die in our arms. We should be grateful we don’t have to return from a years overseas to our towns and see them bereft of the men who would have become the elders of that community.
We should look upon Afghanistan with a little more perspective, and realize that the price we have paid there has been a small one in comparison to the freedom we earned in two world conflicts. We should remember that Canadians haven’t been captured by the enemy in Afghanistan, and rounded into internment or concentration camps, beaten and starved, or executed outright on the battlefield. We should feel heartened that our men and women in uniform were able to sleep in comfortable beds, not muddy trenches with rats and disease and all manner of misery.
But while there are significant difference between the soldiers who fight for Canada today and the ones who fought years ago, they share the same sense of duty and purpose. They share the same desire to serve Canada unhesitatingly, regardless of the politics that surround the war. And ultimately they share the same willingness to lay down their lives for a cause bigger than themselves. They believed deeply in that cause.
It’s why we take up the quarrel on behalf of our brothers, to carry the torch, and not break faith with the dead.








