There was an interesting article by Peter Worthington in Huffington Post.ca this morning marking the 62 anniversary of the start of Korean War. Here in Canada and in many other countries it is the “Forgotten War” possibly because at the time it was call a “Police Action” by the U. N. I am not going to comment on the article but, rather on some of the comments that were put forth. In his writing Mr. Worthington talked about “a sense of adventure” which seemed to raise the ire of some individuals. Worthington is a Korean War Vet. and like all vets including me hate war. There is little glory in war but there is a sense of pride in accomplishment and a certain thrill in the adventure. Those who wrote the negative comments have no idea what the world was like in the 50s. World War II had ended a mere 5 years before and those who had been to young for that conflict saw this as their chance to prove they were just as good as their Fathers, Brothers, or Uncles. Perhaps this was more so in Canada than in other countries. You see we Canadians suffer from what I guess could be called “National Introversy” we are good and we know we are good but we don’t like to boast about it. Let others beat their chest and shout to the heaven we just do the job and carry on. This is particularly true about our Military.
I was just a few months short of 8 years old when Korea started but I remember my Step-Father, a WWII vet and member of the 48th Highlanders Militia, upset because when he went to join up to fight he was turned down. He wasn’t a war monger, quite the opposite he detested it but Canada was going to war and it was his duty to do so. There was also the adventure for if anyone was adventurous it was my Dad. He was a Canadian who fought in the British Army as a Commando and spent 4 years as a POW in Germany. There were literally thousands of young men in Canada in their teens, twenties, and early thirties, who would have gone out of a sense of duty and, Hell, for the pure adventure. It was just the way it was back then.
The article mentions Viet Nam and how there were just as many Canadian volunteers as there were American draft dodgers and deserted. This I know for a fact because I was one of those Volunteers. I didn’t do it because I loved the US, or Communism had to be stopped I did it for the pure adventure and experience and perhaps I thought it was expected of me as all the men and quite a few of the women in my biological and adopted family had been warriors from time immemorial. So to those commentators who spoke negatively all I cans say is “Don’t judge those who fight. They keep the wolves from the door.”