My name is Adam. I am a

member of the Canadian Forces, and a Talent Agent.

I'm pretty unusual at times but arent we all? I like hanging out with friends and just having a great time. I also love a

good challenge.

I'm a member of the SALH

I work for Archangel Talent Management.

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You stay up for 16 hours

He stays up for days on end.
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You take a warm shower to help you wake up.

He goes days or weeks without running water.
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You complain of a "headache", and call in sick.

He gets shot at as others are hit, and keeps moving forward.
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You put on your anti war/don't support the troops shirt, and go meet up with your friends.

He still fights for your right to wear that shirt.
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You make sure you're cell phone is in your pocket.

He clutches the cross hanging on his chain next to his dog tags.
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You talk trash about your "buddies" that aren't with you.

He knows he may not see some of his buddies again.
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You walk down the beach, staring at all the pretty girls.

He patrols the streets, searching for insurgents and terrorists.
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You complain about how hot it is.

He wears his heavy gear, not daring to take off his helmet to wipe his brow.
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You go out to lunch, and complain because the restaurant got your order wrong.

He doesn't get to eat today.
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Your maid makes your bed and washes your clothes.

He wears the same things for weeks, but makes sure his weapons are clean.
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You go to the mall and get your hair redone.

He doesn't have time to brush his teeth today.
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You're angry because your class ran 5 minutes over.

He's told he will be held over an extra 2 months.
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You call your girlfriend and set a date for tonight.

He waits for the mail to see if there is a letter from home.
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You hug and kiss your girlfriend, like you do everyday.

He holds his letter close and smells his love's perfume.
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You roll your eyes as a baby cries.

He gets a letter with pictures of his new child, and wonders if they'll ever meet
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You criticize your government, and say that war never solves anything.

He sees the innocent tortured and killed by their own people and remembers why he is fighting.
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You hear the jokes about the war, and make fun of men like him.

He hears the gunfire, bombs and screams of the wounded.
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You see only what the media wants you to see.

He sees the broken bodies lying around him.
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You are asked to go to the store by your parents. You don't.

He does exactly what he is told.
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You stay at home and watch TV.

He takes whatever short periods of time he is given to call, write home, sleep, and eat.
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You crawl into your soft bed, with down pillows, and get comfortable.

He tries to sleep but gets woken by mortars and helicopters all night long.
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You sit there and judge him, saying the world is probably a worse place because of men like him.

If only there were more men like him
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We Will Remember Them




My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,
Secure and surrounded by love I would sleep,
In perfect contentment, or so it would seem,
So I slumbered, and started to dream,
The sound wasn't loud, and it wasn't too near,
But I opened my eyes when it tickled my ear.
Perhaps just a cough, I didn't quite know,
Then the sure sound of footsteps in snow.

My soul gave a tremble, I struggled to hear,
And I crept to the door, just to see who was near.
Standing out in the cold and the dark of the night,
A lone figure stood, face weary and tight.
A soldier, I puzzled, some twenty years old,
Perhaps Canadian, huddled here in the cold.
Alone in the dark, he looked up and smiled,
Standing watch over me, my wife and my child.

"What are you doing?" I asked without fear,
"Come in this moment, its freezing out here!
Put down your pack, brush the snow from your sleeve,
You should be at home on a cold Christmas Eve!"
For barely a moment, I saw his eyes shift,
Away from the cold and snow blown in drifts,
To the window that danced with warm firelight.
Then he sighed and said "Its really all right,
I'm out here by choice. I'm here every night."

"Its my duty to stand at the front of the line,
That separates you from the darkest of times,
No one had to ask, or beg or implore me,
I'm proud to stand here like my fathers before me.
My Gramps died at Dieppe on a day in December,"
Then he sighed, "That?s a Christmas Gram always remembers.

My dad stood his watch in that Korean land,
And now its my turn, and so, here I am.
I've not seen my son in more than a while,
But my wife sends pictures, he's sure got her smile.
Then he bent and carefully pulled from his bag,
Something red and white... a Canadian flag.
I can live through the cold and the being alone,
Away from my family, my house and my home.

I can stand at my post through the rain and the sleet,
Or sleep in a trench with little to eat,
I can carry the weight of killing another,
Or lay down my life with sister or brother.
Who stand at the front against any and all,
To ensure for all time that this flag doesn't fall."

"So go back inside," he said, "And harbor no fright,
Your family is waiting and I'll be alright."
"But isn't there something I can do, at the least,
Give you money," I asked, "Or prepare you a feast?
For being away from your wife and your son."

Then his eye welled a tear without regret,
"Just tell us you love us, and never forget.
To fight for our rights back at home while we're gone,
To stand your own watch, no matter how long.
For when we come home, either standing or dead,
To know you remember that we fought and we bled,
Is payment enough, and with that we will trust,
That we mattered to you as you mattered to us."




"Through the mud and blood to the green fields beyond"

"Always Alert. Always Ready"
The South Alberta Light Horse


SQ 0446 - 3 Section




SQ 0446 - Grads


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?War then, is a relation - not between man and man: but between state and state; and individuals are enemies only accidentally: not as men, nor even as citizens: but as soldiers; not as members of their country, but as its defenders?

Jean-Jacques Rousseau

INKED!