Earlier this year I took a trip to Corregidor Island, one of the pivotal settings in WWII’s pacific theater. The shrapnel-riddled buildings and bomb craters only hinted at the kind of scourge visited on the soldiers who fought there.The level of brutality seemed almost mythic. It’s almost impossible for a person of my generation to imagine the decisions that led to disasters like the Bataan death march, the concentration camps, or even the bombing of Dresden. Thanks to advances in global communication, countries and people who a short time ago were our enemies seem close enough to be neighbors. Still, there is a generation coming that has never known Canada at peace. My wife’s students were 4 years old when the war in Afghanistan started. I am now old enough to have both friends and family in the military. They’re putting their lives on hold so people like me can get their lives started. We owe it to them to do all we can to remember their predecessors, and to honour the work they do today.