A word of thanks

What would be worth dying for? 

Would I die for my faith?  What about my family?  Perhaps the freedoms that I enjoy and most days of the year take for granted?

I ask the question because today is Remembrance day, and on this day it does my soul good to ponder it.

No one likes to think about death, certainly not me; but if I can’t answer this question today then I am not really living the other 364 days of the year.  More specifically if there is not something that I am willing to die for, then to what end am I living?

It is really as basic as that.  Life boils down to these kind of questions that have no scientific answers.  Yet an answer is still needed and until I find it I will not know lasting peace or security.

Thankfully I know the answer.  I would be willing to die for my faith.  I would be willing to die for my family.  I would be willing to die for the freedoms I enjoy.  And today, on Remembrance day I take a moment to think about the dedicated men and women of the Canadian Forces who discovered and are continuing to discover that some things are worth dying for. 

To them I simply say thank you.

But I know that words are not enough.  As the poet said:

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

So on this day I pledge to not break faith with those who have died fighting for my freedom.  I also pledge to not treat with distain those hard won freedoms.  And furthermore I pledge to not acquiesce to the demands of those who would seek to limit those freedoms in the name of political correctness. 

Vive la Canada libre!