Why Are There Soldiers In My Yard?

May 14, 2009

This is the northern edge of my back 40, a few hundred metres from my house. In the background, you will note the sprawling Pentecostal super-church and its day-care centre, which during the day hosts something like 200 children. This photo was taken around 3:30 pm today, just as buses were dropping off the school-age kids who attend the day-care in the afternoons.

Also, there are armed troops walking through my field.

I saw these guys last year, and caught a short video of them on my phone. This year, we saw them coming down the ridge and headed outside. There were about 20 of them, doing some kind of training exercise involving heavy backpacks and some long, strange devices. And weapons. I hope they weren’t loaded, but they were being carried at the ready.

Last year, when they marched through, it was a weekend afternoon. The day-care was closed. Today, all the kids were outside. You can see them gawking at the troopers. It was a little jarring to see them so close to all those kids. I don’t really have a problem with it; I’m as big a supporter of our troops as you’ll ever meet. And I’m fascinated by them. It was just weird to see.

My kids thought it was the coolest thing that had happened to them all week.



  1. There was a military base beside my University. It seemed deserted most of the time, but sometimes a caravan of troop transorts would come down the road. It was totally surreal. Each time I was sure the Americans had finally invaded.

  2. I’ve never been worried about an American invasion. They’ve tried that a few times, and it never works. No, what I fear is invasion by the Albertans. They’re scary.

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