In the years that I attended the University of Ottawa, it was always my intention to go on to law school once I had finished my BA program. I had been focused on this goal from the early days of high school. However, in the final months before graduation I came to the realization that I was tired of academia – tired of the classroom, tired of the constant study and tired of the incessant worry and consternation that came with the anxiety of ‘exam week’. I wanted to do something. While I was trying to figure out what that something was, one day I stopped in front of the Canadian Forces recruiting centre on Sparks Street in Ottawa. My father and uncles were WWII and Korean vets but I had never thought of joining the military. It wasn’t on my radar screen. But I went in anyway, and guess what? Three decades later I retired from the Canadian army having moved my wife and myself over large portions of the world and having served the country and served with soldiers in some very interesting jobs and situations. There were so many things that made an army career worthwhile, but the one thing that I enjoyed the most was the people with whom I served.
I do not believe that I could have found a career anywhere else where the people – as individuals and as a collective body – were as dedicated, hard-working, intelligent and patriotic as the folks with whom I served. These were people who accepted the demand of ‘service before self’. They were people who did their duty on a 24/7 basis with an understanding that their service was governed by the premise of ‘unlimited liability’. These people made the best of what they had when what they had wasn’t what they needed. These people helped their fellow countrymen in times of disaster and in times of need. They traveled overseas and faced dangerous and life-threatening situations to help the people of other nations. They built schools and dams and they administered medical help. They protected the innocent and they cleared minefields and they provided humanitarian aid. These people were cheerful in trying times and said some of the most memorably funny things that lightened potentially dark moments.
These people were someone’s mother, father, brother, sister, uncle, aunt, cousin or close friend.
And these people are now veterans. Some have retired into lives of comfort and ease. Others need help. My part in this will be to use proceeds from my books in support of those who need assistance. If you buy one of the books, thank you … and I hope you enjoy the stories.