Until the deaths of Canadian soldiers killed in Afghanistan ,     probably almost no one outside their home country had been aware that     Canadian troops are deployed in the region.
    
    And as always, Canada will bury its dead, just as the rest of     the world, as always will forget its sacrifice, just as it always forgets     nearly everything Canada ever does.. It seems that Canada's historic     mission is to come to the selfless aid both of its friends and of complete     strangers, and then, once the crisis is over, to be well and truly ignored.
    
    Canada is the perpetual wallflower that stands on     the edge of the hall, waiting for someone to come and ask her for a dance.     A fire breaks out, she risks life and limb to rescue her fellow     dance-goers, and suffers serious injuries. But when the hall is repaired     and the dancing resumes, there is Canada, the wallflower still, while those     she once helped Glamorously cavort across the floor, blithely neglecting     her yet again.
    
    That is the price Canada pays for sharing the North American     continent with the United States, and for being a selfless friend of     Britain in two global conflicts.
    
    For much of the 20th century, Canada was torn in two different directions:     It seemed to be a part of the old world, yet had an address in the new one,     and that divided identity ensured that it never fully got the gratitude it     deserved.
    
    Yet it's purely voluntary contribution to the cause of freedom in two world     wars was perhaps the greatest of any democracy. Almost 10% of Canada 's entire population of seven     million people  served in the armed forces during the First World War,     and nearly 60,000 died. The great Allied victories of 1918 were spearheaded     by Canadian troops, perhaps the most capable soldiers in the entire British     order of battle.
    
    Canada was repaid for its enormous sacrifice by downright neglect, it's     unique contribution to victory being absorbed into the  popular Memory     as somehow or other the work of the 'British.'
    
    The Second World  War provided a re-run. The Canadian navy     began the war with a half dozen vessels, and ended up policing nearly half     of the Atlantic against U-boat attack.  More than 120 Canadian     warships participated in the Normandy landings, during which 15,000 Canadian     soldiers went ashore on D-Day alone.
    
    Canada finished the war with the third-largest navy and the     fourth largest air force in the world. The world thanked  Canada with     the same sublime indifference as it had  the previous time.
    
    Canadian participation in the war was acknowledged in film only if it was     necessary to give an American actor a part in a campaign in which  the     United States had clearly not participated - a  touching     scrupulousness which, of course, Hollywood has since abandoned, as it has any     notion of a separate Canadian identity.
    
    So it is a general rule that actors and filmmakers arriving in     Hollywood keep their nationality - unless, that is, they are Canadian. Thus     Mary Pickford, Walter Huston, Donald Sutherland, Michael J. Fox, William     Shatner, Norman Jewison, David Cronenberg, Alex Trebek, Art Linkletter and     Dan Aykroyd have in the popular  perception become American, and     Christopher Plummer, British.
    
    It is as if, in the very act of becoming famous, a Canadian ceases to      be Canadian, unless she is Margaret Atwood, who is as      unshakably Canadian as a moose, or Celine Dion, for whom Canada has     proved quite unable to find any takers.
    
    Moreover, Canada is every bit as querulously alert     to the achievements of its sons and daughters as the rest of the world is     completely unaware of them. The Canadians proudly say  of themselves -     and are unheard by anyone else - that  1% of the world's population     has provided 10% of the  world's peacekeeping forces.
    
    Canadian soldiers in the past half century have been the     greatest peacekeepers on Earth - in 39 missions on UN mandates, and six on      non-UN peacekeeping duties, from Vietnam to East Timor, from Sinai to     Bosnia.
    
    Yet the only foreign engagement that has entered the popular     non-Canadian imagination was the sorry affair in  Somalia, in which     out-of-control paratroopers murdered two Somali infiltrators. Their     regiment was then disbanded in disgrace - a uniquely Canadian act of     self-abasement for which, naturally, the Canadians received no international     credit.
    
    So who today in the United States knows about the     stoic and selfless friendship its northern neighbour has given it in     Afghanistan?
    
    Rather like Cyrano de Bergerac, Canada repeatedly does honourable things     for honourable motives, but instead of being thanked for it, it remains     something of a figure of fun.   It is the  Canadian way, for     which Canadians should be proud, yet such honour comes at a high cost. This     past year more  grieving Canadian families knew that cost all too     tragically well.
    
    Lest we forget. 
   
        
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