Heavy, scarred man with a diamond earring like a gypsy's eye by campfire tells me he's never met anyone who wanted to join the army. Tells me how he takes his three year old son, rain or shine, to stand by the Highway of Heros in Toronto, waving a flag fo the fallen soliders. His voice is wistful, he starts for a a moment (such a big man stumbling?) saying he thought about it for a while, but with his son...no, not with such a young son. His voice stops for a moment, and suddenly my hands are far too awkward and I don't know what to do with them.
Says he would support his son if he wants to. Wants to give him the chance others said he didn't have.
Isn't that what the army's for?
To give a chance when others say you may not?
1 comment:
That's a different way of looking at the army. Most would say that soldiers have to be strong because they're there to help others, and how can you help others if you're weak? There's some awful things they have to deal with; I suppose from your way of thinking, if they've dealt with awful things in their own lives at least they can empathize. I don't know...I still think you have to be strong both to help others and to protect yourself, both mentally and physically.
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