I don't only long for the thrill of being in the middle of a war, I must understand it; I must make other people understand.

Contemplating Christmas when you are isolated and far from home brings its own unique pain.

Friendships that don't fit my life anymore have faded away, and new ones have come in.

I'm not afraid of IED's, bullets, mortars.

Because that’s the thing about the exact moment when you get somewhere that has required effort: There’s a freeze-frame instant of total fulfillment, when every expectation has been met and the world is perfect.

Forgiving is not an easy thing to do.

I am so proud to be a Canadian.