Stepping in front of a bullet for ideology’s sake blows my mind.
And yet, in every major conflict, every war, every campaign, there are those who have lied about their ages, produced falsified records, and volunteered to do just that.
Knowing full well that each chest heave may be the last, putting one foot in front of the other when every step brings you invariably closer to an unseen but mortal danger – and doing so in order that people like me back home may choose which fast-food restaurant to frequent today with my spare cash is…amazing. Unbelievable.
Today I think of Canadian soldiers past and present who have sold their souls for the flag of freedom. For me. For every baby being born, every senior in palliative care, every soul with special needs and religious hopes and political ambitions and desires to live, and enjoy being alive.
This is a brave beauty, indeed. For every sailor buried at sea, every pilot shot down, every foot soldier captured and imprisoned, every man and woman who despite the cold grip of fear obeyed their orders to the letter, I say – thank you. Your beauty lives on in the brilliancy of a brilliant red maple leaf wherever it is flown. It echoes the Biblical encouragement to “[h]elp him (the king/government) to defend the poor, to rescue the children of the needy, and to crush their oppressors.” Psalm 72:4 NLT No matter your political views, these men and women, past and future, have given their all. They deserve to be hailed as beautiful.
Sources: squidoo.com, forces.gc.com, ww2incolor.com, virtualmuseum.ca
Do you consider bravery a beautiful thing? Do you have any personal stories highlighting bravery?