To All Appearances A Lady - University of British Columbia
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I t a n i<br />
I wish I could say that that was the last time I brought my husband home<br />
from a war but it isn't. I've just returned from Croatia where I lived for over<br />
two months, between July and September, 1993. Ted has been working in<br />
Bosnia for ten months and was transferred to Croatia from Sarajevo for the<br />
remainder <strong>of</strong> the one-year posting. Again, most <strong>of</strong> the year, we've been out<br />
<strong>of</strong> contact. The day he phoned to say he was out <strong>of</strong> Bosnia, I purchased a<br />
ticket to Croatia. It's too hard, too stressful to live this way. And he was suffering<br />
the terrible aftermath <strong>of</strong> coming <strong>of</strong>f the front lines, the terrible feeling<br />
<strong>of</strong> betrayal— leaving others behind. The victims <strong>of</strong> war. Families and<br />
friends in Sarajevo. He'd been shot at, kidnapped, his bedroom destroyed<br />
by mortars, and he'd been under constant attack by snipers. The ethnic<br />
background <strong>of</strong> his attackers varied. The Russian plane in which he was<br />
flown to Sarajevo, his first day in Bosnia, took a bullet through the cabin,<br />
entering on the pilot's side and exiting inches from the head <strong>of</strong> the navigator.<br />
They were coming in for landing so there was no sudden decompression.<br />
They landed safely.<br />
And yet, and yet, all the while, Ted and I both know that during this long<br />
and terrible year he has been doing valuable and practical work. Helping.<br />
Saving. Getting food, clothing, water, medicine to refugees. <strong>To</strong> babies, children,<br />
women, the elderly, the innocent. Helping individuals get their papers<br />
in order. Helping towns and villages with safe water supply. Offering hope<br />
and interest in people's lives when there is no hope left. I've listened to the<br />
stories. I ask questions. He sends me his personal journals from the field. I<br />
follow these histories to the finish. I want to know every detail. I follow these<br />
histories to the finish. I want to know every detail. I want to know it all.<br />
Why am I writing this? What is this to say? It is to say that I have intimate<br />
knowledge <strong>of</strong> the work this man has quietly done for his country, our country.<br />
I know the kind <strong>of</strong> un<strong>of</strong>ficial ambassador he is and has been. In Iraq,<br />
Iran, Bosnia, Croatia, Ethiopia, Djibouti, Germany, Afghanistan-Pakistan.<br />
I've met some <strong>of</strong> his civilian and military co-workers; I know the respect he<br />
has earned. I see the kind <strong>of</strong> personal mail that follows him from post to post.<br />
Ted is third generation Canadian-born Japanese, Sansei. He was born in<br />
Ucluelet and at the age <strong>of</strong> two-and-a-half, was interned in Lillooet where he<br />
spent seven years, 1942-49, as a prisoner <strong>of</strong> the Second World War. His family<br />
has lived in this country more generations than my own English and<br />
Irish ancestors. I have walked beside him on the street in Montreal and listened<br />
to a stranger ask, in ignorance, "How long ya' been over?" I have seen<br />
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