Bombs away. Let there be blood. There’s a strange vibe in the air. It’s Thanksgiving Day here in Canada. A time when families and friends usually come together to break bread and laugh. But not this year. Not this day. Today we’re at war. Sitting in the kitchen watching my wife put camouflage on the Turkey to prepare it for battle I sit at the end of the island counter with a wide array of weapons and ammunition stacked up to be counted, cleaned and organized. It’s my duty to be prepared and ready. Oh baby, this Thanksgiving is different. Someone on the other side of the fence has decided to poke the bear. And this bear doesn’t like to be poked. Not even probed. Not even looked at from across the razor wire. No, this bear is going to snarl and bite and rip the head off its adversary. Hey, they drew blood first. They stuck their dirty fingers in the cage and not only flicked the bears ear with a force not seen in 50 years, but they also tried to pull out its incisors with a rusty wrench while it slept. Men, women, babies and offspring not yet conceived are going to pay big- casualties caused by the pigs that hide amongst them. Oy vey, this bite’s going to pack a punch. So, try to enjoy the turkey and keep your head down everyone. "Happy" Thanksgiving from the front.