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Different Dreams

This past summer, we spent part of our holiday in Ottawa. While there, we took a day and went to the Canadian National War Museum.

We could have spent several days.

My whole being was overwhelmed with the sheer size of the museum, the amount of artifacts and war vehicles/planes, and the way they re-created the atmosphere so it actually felt like we were in a war zone.  The museum was brutally realistic. Explaining it all to 2 young braves was especially challenging.  I reached a point where I couldn’t absorb any more facts, and my ears were ringing with the actual war sounds. My heart was sick from the video footage and diary entries.

 I am guilty of not continually and deeply appreciating the great cost of my freedom. It’s a freedom that is passed down from generation to generation without effort.

It surely is far more precious to those who paid the price.

I was sitting at the piano during our Remembrance Day service yesterday waiting to play “O Canada” and “God Save The Queen.”

The moment of silence began and thoughts flooded my heart….thoughts of the things I hold dear. They are the very things that hundreds of soldiers gave up in exchange for their vision of a free country.

They gave up so much….

Hopes of getting a first job or going to college were disappointed.

Relationships were strained by distance and by impractical means of communication.

Plans to date or marry were interrupted.

Dreams of having children and raising a family were changed, even dashed forever.

Children never knew their fathers.

Mothers never held their sons again.

Soldiers saw death claim the lives of their childhood buddies.

But even through the hardships, dreams were realized. Different dreams.

A war ended, a weary soldier came home, a country was free!

Anguish and joy embraced, and a different life was begun.

My Grandfather served in World War II.  Once in a great while when we were talking, he would open the ‘war window’ in his heart and talk about it for a few minutes.

He usually ended up crying, and the window closed again for a long time.

He couldn’t watch anything on TV that even remotely resembled war. He had seen too much.

His heart was scarred for life.

He didn’t come home free.

How I wish I could thank him today for everything he went through to win my freedom. Now that I’m an adult, I see things more clearly….and I wonder, what am I doing to pass this sense of awe and thankfulness on to my own children?

It could be my son someday. The sacrifice hits home again.

While I have this moment, I thank God for my Grandfather Robert Glenn Maxwell (“Mac” to us), my father-in-law Roscoe Morris Highfill, and my cousin Justin Jones who have served or are now serving my home country.

On Remembrance Day (Veteran’s Day for USA) Canadians remove the “Lest We Forget” poppies that they have worn for 11 days to honor those who served.

But the price doesn’t disappear with the poppy. The sacrifice lives on.

The freedom comes home.

10 thoughts on “Different Dreams

    1. I agree- that was my meaning in using my Grandfather’s example. In that museum there was a lot to read on how war affects soldiers. I thought of you and all of the adjustments you have every time your husband comes home. Thank you!!

  1. Loved this post, Leah. Thanks for honouring all the men who have fought for us and for your very insightful words into the meaning of freedom.

  2. This is beautifully written and expresses many of my thoughts & feelings as well. Thank you for sharing about your grandfather. We are truly blessed to be free and too often we forget that freedom isn’t free…it comes at s very high cost.

  3. Really well-written, Leah! What a great reminder to be thankful for our many freedoms. My grandparents fought/served in WWII as well, but weren’t willing to talk about it to me. Please keep writing, you do have a gift! 🙂

    1. Thank you, Krystle. We have a great heritage who helped to give us our freedoms! Thanks for reading- Hope your foot is on the mend. 🙂

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