Presidential pride

November 15, 2008

I experienced a moment I never imagined would never interest me let alone fill me with pride on Sunday. As a spotty youth I, like most young people of that age, saw any form of civic occasion as pomp and ceremony. All puffed up old men in stuffed shirts vying to appear more eminent or important than each other.

Status for it’s own sake with the bells and whistles attached.

But I’m not that carefree unburdened young man anymore and with the loss of rebellious attitude and baggy jeans come the responsibilities of office and adulthood accompanied by the suits and shoe shine. Age also brings a recognition of the efforts and commitments of your peers and elders. The other squeaky voiced playground warriors that went on to become real servicemen and women, the lazy cool ones who sat and the back of the class, chairs balanced daringly on two legs that went on to build ecosensitive industries.

So, when Remembrance Sunday came hovering on to the horizon, the question of whether or not I would be involved was unequivicable. As many people know, never shy from a chance to wear the chain of the chamber but this would not be for the usual reasons. This would not be an occasion to garner support for the issues or to draw new members. This would be the opportunity for me to represent those who live and work to support and provide services and goods and to remember and give thanks to those gave their today for our tomorrow and those who still do now.

The parade itself was somewhat light-hearted but very dignified and not a little moving I must admit. As we stood shoulder to shoulder, or in one case, elbow to head, heads bowed in reverence, I felt proud to be there for those served at home during those dark periods, those who made sure there would be something for those fortunate enough to come home to.

It was touching and yet sad to see the number of children attending. Sad because many where there not only for parents serving overseas, but also for those parents they had lost.

I do know one thing  for certain. Despite the cold and the rain and the mud underfoot, I was not only proud but fortunate to be able to be there that morning.


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