Canuck Gi

When I was 18, I looked like I was 13. I was socially immature, a late bloomer in body and mind and very much adamant that the time had come to move out of my parents home in Ontario Canada. So, I couldn't really fault the people who knew me well and believed that within a short period of time I would be sent home from military boot camp. Ah yes-boot camp! Joining the army had actually been my dad's idea. I never would have thought of it myself.When I retired at the age of 38 I couldn't help but reflect on the twenty years I had spent in the employment of the Canadian Government and humorously wondered "What the hell was that about?"