Canada appoints its first female deputy chief of defense staff

Senior Canadian military officials have been accused of sexual harassment one after another, leading to a major personnel earthquake. In this context, the Canadian government appointed the first female deputy chief of staff for defense on the 9th.

The Canadian military stated that the position appointed by Lieutenant General Allen on the 9th is the military’s second in command and is very important. Previously, the Canadian media disclosed that the former chief of staff Fansi had improper behavior and relationship with his subordinates. Although Fansi denied it, the investigation of him is still ongoing. Before the incident came to light, Fans had retired in January this year. Unexpectedly, just a few weeks later, Admiral McDonald, who succeeded the chief of staff, also stepped down because of charges of misconduct and was subject to investigation.

Canadian Prime Minister Trudeau said at the press conference: “I am very happy to see Canada appoint a strong woman as Deputy Chief of Staff for the first time.” He also said that the top leadership must “move towards ending the challenge of harassment and discrimination in the military.” …And make sure that anyone who stands up and tells the truth or accusations can get the support and resources they need.” Trudeau also admitted that the current measures to deal with these problems “are not done enough, and the actions are not fast enough.” Trudeau promised, “We will ensure that anyone who works for the country…has a safe working environment.”

around midnight Joe woke up and woke the others. There was an oppressive sultriness in the air that didn’t seem to mean anything good. The boys huddled together and sought the friendly proximity of the fire, although the brooding, burdensome heat of the motionless atmosphere was almost suffocating. They sat in silence, waiting breathlessly. Outside the circle of light cast by the fire, everything seemed to be buried in black night. Immediately there was a trembling glow that made the leaves of the trees stand out for a moment, only to go out just as suddenly. Then a second, already stronger beam appeared. A third followed. Like a low moan it drew through the branches of the forest trees, a faint breeze brushed the boys’ cheeks and the boys shuddered at the thought, the spirit of the night had touched her with its wing. Another pause followed. Now an eerie flash of lightning turned night into day, making every little blade of grass stand out clearly at her feet. At the same time, however, the beam also revealed three white, anxious, frightened faces. A thunderous thunder rolled and crashed down from the sky, only to be lost in a low rumble in the distance. A cool blast of air followed, rustling in the leaves and blowing up the flakes of ash from the fire. Another to get lost in the distant rumble. A cool blast of air followed, rustling in the leaves and blowing up the flakes of ash from the fire. Another to get lost in the distant rumble. A cool blast of air followed, rustling in the leaves and blowing up the flakes of ash from the fire. Another[155] a twitching, flaming beam darted down, immediately followed by a crashing crash that seemed to want to tear the tops of the trees at the head of the boys. In speechless shock the children clung to the desolate darkness that followed the flood of light. Heavy, large raindrops fell with a splash on the leaves.

“Quick, boys, to the tent,” shouted Tom.

They jumped off in the direction of it, tripped over roots, got entangled in the vines, and were unable to stay together in the darkness. An angry storm raged in the treetops and devoured every other sound. The lightning chased each other, followed by deafening thunder. The rain fell in torrents, swept over the ground like a flood by the storm. The boys screamed at each other, but the howling storm and booming thunder completely drowned out the faint children’s voices. But gradually the boys managed to make their way one by one to the tent, where they were soaked and terrified to death[156] Hoped to find shelter. The fact that their suffering was shared made it easier to bear. They couldn’t talk, the old sail clapped like mad in a storm and choked every sound. The hurricane roared stronger and stronger, the sail tore itself loose and flew on on storm wings. The boys took hands and fled, often stumbling and falling sore, to the bank, where a large, old oak could shelter them. The clash of the elements was now at its height. In the sky the incessantly twitching lightning bolts formed a single great sea of ​​light, so that everything around, brightly lit, emerged in clear, sharp outlines, the storm-bent trees, the churned stream with the white foam heads, the drifting drizzle. The blurred jagged lines of the high cliffs on the far bank peeked out from time to time from the cloud curtain, from the scattering and thickening rain veil. From time to time one of the ancient giants of the forest was defeated in the mighty battle and crashed into the undergrowth at his feet. The terrible claps of thunder followed uninterruptedly with an ear-ripping crack. The thunderstorm became so violent that it seemed as if it wanted to tear the island to pieces, they devour in embers, they sink in the waves of the current up to the tops of the trees, they sweep them from the ground and every living creature up destroy them in an instant. The night was dreadful, desolate for the young hearts who found themselves homeless to the fury of the elements. from the scattering and condensing rain veil. From time to time one of the ancient giants of the forest was defeated in the mighty battle and crashed into the undergrowth at his feet. The terrible claps of thunder followed uninterruptedly with an ear-ripping crackle. The thunderstorm became so violent that it seemed as if it wanted to tear the island to pieces, they devour in embers, they sink in the waves of the current up to the tops of the trees, they sweep them from the ground and every living creature up destroy them in an instant. The night was dreadful, desolate for the young hearts who found themselves homeless to the fury of the elements. from the scattering and condensing rain veil. From time to time one of the ancient giants of the forest was defeated in the mighty battle and crashed into the undergrowth at his feet. The terrible claps of thunder followed uninterruptedly with an ear-ripping crack. The thunderstorm became so violent that it seemed as if it wanted to tear the island to pieces, they devour in embers, they sink in the waves of the current up to the tops of the trees, they sweep them from the ground and every living creature up destroy them in an instant. The night was dreadful, desolate for the young hearts who found themselves homeless to the fury of the elements. From time to time one of the ancient giants of the forest was defeated in the mighty battle and crashed into the undergrowth at his feet. The terrible claps of thunder followed uninterruptedly with an ear-rending crackle. The thunderstorm became so violent that it seemed as if it wanted to tear the island to pieces, they devour in embers, they sink in the waves of the current up to the tops of the trees, they sweep them from the ground and every living creature up destroy them in an instant. The night was dreadful, desolate for the young hearts who found themselves homeless to the fury of the elements. From time to time one of the ancient giants of the forest was defeated in the mighty battle and crashed into the undergrowth at his feet. The terrible claps of thunder followed uninterruptedly with an ear-ripping crack. The thunderstorm became so violent that it seemed as if it wanted to tear the island to pieces, they devour in embers, they sink in the waves of the current up to the tops of the trees, they sweep them from the ground and every living creature up destroy them in an instant. The night was dreadful, desolate for the young hearts who found themselves homeless to the fury of the elements. as if it wanted to tear the island to pieces, they devour in embers, they sink into the waves of the river up to the tops of the trees, they sweep them from the ground and destroy every living creature on it in an instant. The night was dreadful, desolate for the young hearts who found themselves homeless to the fury of the elements. as if it wanted to tear the island into pieces, they devour in embers, they sink into the waves of the current up to the tops of the trees, they sweep them from the ground and destroy every living creature on it in an instant. The night was dreadful, desolate for the young hearts who found themselves homeless to the fury of the elements.

But at last the battle subsided, the battle was fought, the hostile powers withdrew, the threats, the rumbling, and peace grew weaker and weaker in the agitated nature. The boys crept back to the camp, still quite shy and trembling, and found there that they had every reason to be grateful to Heaven. The great sycamore[157] that shaded her bed was felled by lightning – they would have been lost if they had been under it at the time of the catastrophe.

Everything in the camp was soaked, including the hearth. Reckless, like all their sex, the boys had taken no precautionary measures against the rain. The loss of the fire was a most deplorable circumstance, for our poor sea heroes were cold and wet through and through. They verbally complained about their predicament. But they soon discovered that the fire had eaten its way up the old tree trunk against which it was piled, that a strip of it, about a hand’s breadth, had escaped the general inundation and, even if weakly, was still glowing. With patience and perseverance, they succeeded in gradually igniting a funny crackling fire by means of small pieces of bark and dry twigs, which radiated light and warmth and awakened their spirits to new life.

When the sun came out, the boys were seized with irresistible fatigue. They went to the sandbar, dug themselves deep in the sand there and slept until the higher rising sun gradually began to roast them gently. Tired and sleepy, they pulled themselves up to check on breakfast and then sat sullenly, taciturn and with stiff limbs at the meal. Heralds of recurring homesickness began to appear. Tom saw these fateful signs and did his best to cheer up the pirates. But they didn’t care about stone balls or[158] Circus or swimming, nothing could get them interested. Then he reminded them of the tempting, mysterious plan and he succeeded in evoking a ray of joy on the disgruntled faces. He used the opportune moment quickly to get her excited about a new game that he had come up with. They wanted to throw piracy aside and be Indians for a change. The new idea made sense to them and after a short time they had stripped of their civilized clothes and thrown into Indian costume, that is, their whole body, from head to toe, painted zebra-like with dark streaks of dirt. Each of the boys introduced a chief, of course, and so they stormed into the thicket of the forest to attack some imaginary English settlement.

Then they separated into three different hostile tribes, ambushed each other to the shrieking howl of war, and killed and scalped each other after the thousand. It was a bloody day, so satisfying to the heroes’ minds.

When afterwards they gathered in the camp with a good appetite and cheerful courage, a new and unforeseen difficulty arose. Enemy Indians could not possibly break the bread of hospitality without first making peace, and that was again impossible without the indispensable pipe of peace. Who had ever heard that it would have been possible without them? Two of the savages now wished they had remained pirates. But there was no other way out of the tight spot; so they called for the pipe with as cheerful an expression as possible, and everyone took a full drag when it came his turn.

And lo and behold, they owed the revelation of a new talent to their Indian games: they found that they now[159] could smoke, at least for a short time, without being forced to look for a lost knife or the like. This made them unspeakably proud and happy, and in order not to forget the newly acquired art due to lack of practice, they immediately followed it carefully after dinner and finished the evening with exultation. They beamed with happiness and pride, conscious of the great achievement. This, their latest heroic act, struck them as more glorious than if they had subdued and scalped so and so many Indian tribes. So let’s just let them smoke and gossip and brag, as we have no further use for them at the moment.

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