After attending the d-day ceramonies today, i was asked why i joined up, quite frankly, i had to think about it, at the time it was the most natuaral thing, my family had some one serving with the brits (even tho we are Irish) since the 1600;s and it just seemed the thing to do, now there was a kink, we had moved to Canada after my father retired from 25 years in the Para's and it was the height of the troubles and at 17 i was ready to get on the plane back home and sign up, after being not so politely told i would not even make it of the plane in Aldergrove, i signed up with the Canadian Army, after 12 years with Canadian SSF, i did a stint as as a correctional officer, cop, medic, PMC in Columbia then back to med school, so after all this (and maybe 1 or 2 too many beers), i realized to things, (1) joining up was the best thing i ever did, friends made thier are still friends, and being a member of the botherhood is an honour and privledge, and (2) leading men into combat is both the worst and the best thing another man can ever do. so the point of this whole blog, for those of you who joined up, why and was it good or bad for you
Cussane
