Today is the 100th anniversary of the Battle of Vimy Ridge. It was a defining moment in Canadian national identity so the news is full of coverage of the ceremony at Vimy. I went to the memorial when I was a young soldier. I felt proud then. Proud of the Canadians who fought and died there. Proud of the ones who survived. Now I'm old and bitter. I'm not sure what I feel. The news is full of talk of courage, sacrifice and heroes. Its odd for Canadians. We don't normally do that and I think I know why its easier for Canadians to honour those who fought at Vimy Ridge. Dead heroes can't disappoint you. They are safely gone and buried. You don't have to see any of them begging for change so they can buy another shot to kill the pain. You don't have to feel discomfort when you see the missing limb. You don't have to feel guilty when you see them living in a cardboard box in the park. You don't have to see them on the evening news begging for the police to shoot them. You don't have to live with them and wonder why changed so much. Why they can't move on. You don't need to look in their eyes and see the pain. You don't need to see the truth of it. You don't need to see me or any of my inconveniently human brothers and sisters. Dead heroes can't disappoint you.