This is a day of thanksgiving. It's the day we give thanks for all the brave men and women who willing put their lives on the line to defend and rescue us in times of need. This year has given me a different perspective about those who are in the Armed Forces. Since I have never been in the Armed Forces, I do not know what it must be like to train with the possibility of being placed in an area torn apart by violence.
However, this year has given me a perspective on what it must be like to say goodbye to your family for long periods of time, whether it is 12 months with YAGM or 18 months military deployment. Upon entering this year I was going through all of the things I was going to miss out on this year, my niece's first birthday, Christmas at my grandparents, the graduation of some dear friends. I also had to consider those whom I would not be seeing again, mainly my grandma who had passed away in April. When I decided to apply for this program, I knew the likelihood of seeing my grandma after I left was very slim, and I started preparing myself for this reality, trying to understand what it would be like to lose a close relative and not being able to grieve with my family. The relief was that I am coming back. I wasn't sent to a violence torn area or fighting in a war. Those who have served in wars must know that when they sign up for duty, there is a chance, however big or small, that they will not return, and many have had that possibility become a reality. Still they do it willingly.
Today I am thankful for the veterans who are braver than I could ever be and for those who defend and protect strangers.
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| The Great Wars memorial at Gerrards Cross during Remembrance Sunday. Photo credit: Perry |
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