I was raised a semi military brat. My father was in the Navy for a decade, and then went to work for an aircraft company. That left us still around the military and military bases all the time.
I never wanted to go into the military, but I loved John Phillips Sousa, the pomp and circumstances of the military, their parades, the flag, and I always felt a great deal of pride to be an American. When I was a teenager we lived in Italy. Folks would frequently guess my blonde self to be German, I was quick to point that I was an American.
This continued even through my protesting the Vietnam War. Somehow I divorced the policies of our government from the actions of my country. I was not proud of the war, but I was still proud of America.
Something slowly happened over the next several years. Continue reading “Yo Soy Canadiense”