It’s Friday night and it’s been a
terrible week in Canada. We lost two servicemen on our own soil to senseless
acts of violence. I’m not going to call it terrorism because, frankly, it’s too
soon to know what the murderers’ motivations were. But calling them senseless
acts of violence seems like understating the obvious.
I am sitting here watching
coverage of Cpl. Nathan Cirillo’s body being transported back to Hamilton along
the Highway of Heroes. There are tears in my eyes. I, like many others, have
spent time in the last 2 days thinking about what it means to be Canadian. It
is not a simple question and it definitely does not have a simple answer.
