Today, exactly on the 11th hour of the 11th day of November, the roar of a four engine warcraft, flying only about 1000 feet above ground, passed over my home. It was a Remembrance Day reminder of the service and sacrifice of Canada's soldiers in times of war and peace.
It is because of the sacrifice of brave men who fought during the Second World War that I am alive.
My father was one of those who lived through the war only because American and allied soldiers freed his country from the occupation and atrocities of Hitler's Germany.
There were those at that time, as there are now, who thought that the free people of the world would be better off to ignore the conflicts among nations an ocean away. There were others then, as there are now, who thought that we should strive to make peace with a malevolent, implacable enemy who used negotiations as a means of conquest and saw compromise as a sign of weakness.
Without the service, the courage, and the sacrifice of the brave men who fought in Canada's wars, we would not have the freedoms we enjoy. Without the will to fight tyranny with might rather than weak words, we would be living under the chains of dictatorships.
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