Women in Canada were finally allowed to serve in the armed forces in 1982, when the Canadian Charter of Rights said it was okay. By then I was pregnant with my first baby. I salute all the ladies who jumped into those careers, though I never wanted that life for myself.
But not for the reasons you’d think. For example, my new son-in-law was a soldier in Afghanistian for four years and the things he told me would curl your hair. Like, if you have to stand on guard, they feed you the kind of bread that is so constipating, you can’t poop for days. Just the thought gives me a belly ache.
Then there’s my inability to understand covert hand signals. ‘You mean I should go over there?’ I’d call out in a loud whisper. ‘Like, past the bathroom and over by the window?’ Another reason is, I can’t remember where things are in the dark. I can only drive in the city of Calgary during the day, because at night, it feels like someone has moved all the buildings and roads around. I’m always in a foreign country while driving in any city after dark.
I can see me rushing into a building in a ‘search for Bin Laden’ situation and finding myself alone. Because I went into the wrong building. Logistally, I’m not that good. Also, I can be a little oppositional. Not sure how I would respond to someone barking commands at me. Even though I was married for a long time.
Speaking of marriage, my husband loved war movies. We both enjoyed the Deer Hunter, but one of our favourites was Coming Home with John Voight and Jane Fonda. John’s character came home from the Vietnam war unable to walk. Jane’s husband had just gone to Vietnam and Jane and John started an affair. But because of his situation, they had to find new ways to have sex. This inspired many negotiations between my husband and me on those nights when we were both tired but still wanted to have sex. ‘It’s my turn to be the cripple,’ we’d argue. (Forgive us for not saying ‘differently abled…it was the seventies.)
But I digress. What I really want to talk about is loyalty. This is something you have to have if you’re going to war on behalf of your country. And now, all Canadians are in the strange position of not being at war, but feeling like we’re under attack. Not in a subliminal way (because there’s nothing subliminal about Donald Trump) but more in a WTF is going on, way.
It’s hard to know how to feel, so we’ve taken an initial stance of standing close together with our elbows up. Because one thing we all agree on is that however we vote in our next election, we’re not about to become American citizens. For one thing, we have different standards of politeness. If you step on our foot, we tell you we’re sorry. We’re not American sorry…we’re Canadian sorry. I remember watching the series, ‘Sex in the City’ and you know what shocked me? How rude the ladies were to the wait staff in restaurants. We don’t do that.
I know there are many Americans who are horrifed by what’s happening in their country. We stand with you, too. Against tyranny, against authoritarianisn, and yes, against bad manners.
We are Canadian. Don’t mess with us. We are standing on guard for the country we love and the life we have here. Are things perfect? Nope. But we stand on guard for everything She stands for. I’m with every ride or die person in this amazing place we call home. (Just as long they don’t use hand signals.) Elbows Up!
Judith Pettersen 