My father really wanted me to join the Canadian military.
He and I had many beers around the grand ideas of
seeing the world, meeting new buddies and hope
fully growing up because after all, I was seven
teen and what better time and way to be all
that you can be but in the army. To both
our surprise though, I failed miserably at
becoming one of the country’s proud fighting personnel
and it took me decades to understand how dad knew all along I would.
Thank you, friend.
I had to wait until my father died to write this because I feel so strongly about his missed choices he foisted upon me. Fucker.