I’m an army reservist. That means I’m a part-time soldier for the Canadian Armed Forces, who train constantly and volunteer to serve when there is a need to fight wildfires or deploy to a war zone.
I’m proud to be in the army and believe it’s a force for good. But I’ve learned to keep this aspect of my identity under wraps because some people grow distant or sometimes become antagonistic and even rudely suggest I must have a taste for violence — just because I’m a soldier.
