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Remembrance Challenge: World At Peace

The fight for peace is refreshed with every new life...

“It reminds me of triage.”

“This is much better.”

Both waited on the other side as they quietly watched the nurse tend to the swaddled newborns. They both felt it - the calm before the storm. It was coming and there was little left to say.

“I haven’t heard that word in years, not since Juno. They couldn't on that exposed beach. It was life or... ”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, dear. I’d give anything to feel him again. Today, I'm blessed that I can.”

The young man put his arm around the emotional older woman. She was grateful lightning hadn’t struck twice. However, she still felt fate's power. The charge caused the hairs on her arm to stand, but her hand calmly laid them at ease. She knew tending peace was still fraught with risk.

“I wish I’d known him.”

“You do,” the young soldier’s mother replied as she glanced at her son’s blue beret. “He’d be so proud of you.”

After confirming she’d chosen correctly, the affable nurse carried the sleeping infant to the window for the furloughed Canadian peacekeeper. For many years, the Normandy war widow had remained strong, but she now quietly wept for another father and his son.

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