I Don’t Want to See Any More Heroes


My father lost his leg in WW2. He was broken in ranks for fighting a Leutenent over the men’s rations. He was broken to a Corporal. He was told to find 2 men to go with him, and go out to see what the Germans were doing and where they were. He picked 2 men to go with him. They came to a field that was open with only stukes of grain in them. They were the perfect place for snipers to wait.

He was a man that could not have lived with himself if he gave an order that sent a man to his death, so he crossed the field himself (Harper is not such a man). He did not get across the field before he was shot in both legs by 2 snipers at either end of the field. I remember as a young boy seeing the leg that they saved. He had 6 wounds in the leg they saved (3 entry and 3 exit wounds). Thankfully none of the bullets had hit his bones. He was not so lucky with his other leg, the bullet hit a bone, and he would end up in Sunnybrook Hospital in Toronto for 1 1/2 years trying to save his leg, but he got gangrene in the leg and they  had to remove the leg of this one time athlete. I could cry if I thought of the decision he had to make that day, being confronted with the choice of his leg, or his life. I watched him with the rest of his life, living with his choice, angry of how the government treated the vets.

Perhaps my thoughts are also muddied by my anger that I had to grow up very young to help him live with the consequence of that day, us living on a farm, and me having to take on what felt like a man’s load when I was 10. I helped at the barn lambing at sometimes 3 in the morning.

When I was about 18 and the Americans were sending men off the War in Vietnam, my dad called me into his room and said ” I am not sure if Canada is going to get involved in America’s war, but if we do I don’t want you to go, I don’t want a son of mine to lose a leg, or to get killed fighting a rich man’s war”.

When the Gulf War started and my son war about 18, I pulled him aside and told him the very same thing.

I do not want to see any more wars. I don’t want to see the Super Rich make any more money while men, like my father, with a whole life ahead of him has his life altered in a way that should not happen to anyone.

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About pushinback

Back in 1993, I attended an anti-Nafta rally in Ottawa along with over 110,000 others. But despite the overwhelming opposition to NAFTA, the steamroller rolled on. It was there that I came to understand the one vital thing that I have been preaching ever since. There are so many issues, and so many fighting each issue, we are all spinning our wheels, and wasting our time, talents and energy, because each election, we give the politicians our power and so the deck is stacked against us. I said it that day and I say it with more fervency today. We all have one issue that we share, and we should all stop fighting for our own issues and losing anyways, and we should fight to achieve that one thing that we all share. We Canadians all have to fight to finally get a say between elections. We need to fight to make politicians accountable to us, the people. If there is no accountability, and the people have no say between elections, we have no Democracy. My Blog is written to teach the reader the essential knowledge of freedom and Democracy. Please read, and learn. I am one person, but I leave you my witness that one person is not powerless, only first you must first learn and then act. Let the democratic revolution begin. Kindest regards, Rob McQueen
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