I'll weigh in with some stories of "talking to civvies" in Toronto ...
Shortly after September 11th, when we were ordered to not wear our uniforms in public, a couple on my street (average folks) approached me one day and asked me if I was still in the Army. When I answered "yes" I didn't even have the opportunity to carry on and explain why I was in civvies - the two of them pressed close, shook my hand, and explained they just wanted to say "Thank you".
Once when riding the subway a young person was playing "offensive" music very loudly, much to the dismay and consternation of a majority of riders in our car. Gradually, more and more sets of eyes turned and looked at me as if to say "aren't you going to do something about that?"
Sighing to myself (unarmed and un-armoured ...), I stepped over to the offending miscreant and very clearly but politely explained that transit regulations forbade the playing of recording devices unless the user was wearing headphones (he wasn't), and would he please turn the volume down to a reasonable level.
Well, this young fellow must have been "English-challenged" (no - actually he wasn't - I'm being sarcastic) because his response was to crank up the volume another couple of notches. Did I hear "big mistake" from the audience? Yup. Unimpressed myself, I simply reached over with my ashplant and switched off his boom box. He tried to turn it on again, but this time I stepped closer and turned it off (resisting the temptation to turn if off permanently ... sigh ...).
The crowning glory came at the next stop, when this punk exited the car. When the doors closed, he started doing some weird-assed dance that he probably imagined was some sort of martial art (intended to send the message that he'd have gladly engaged me in some off-ice dance ...). All of a sudden, almost as if the train conductor was watching ... the doors suddenly opened again! Unable to resist this opportunity to avail myself of some fresh air, I stepped outside in the direction of this young urban hero.
Well, he couldn't pick up his ghetto blaster fast enough and hightail it to the exit ...
The subway car burst into laughter, and the taxpayers apparently felt their tax dollars were well spent on this occasion.
Okay - enough yarn-telling (although I hope some of you were entertained).
Here are the serious points I'd like to make:
First of all, we understand that "animals sense fear".
Also, we preach that "respect is earned".
Thus, in the context of whether or not the Canadian populace cares about us any more, we must constantly remind ourselves to NOT become disgusted with the ignorance of the civilians - otherwise, they'll sense it ... and the romance will go downhill from there ...
Coming at it from another direction - we don't curse at a one or two-year old child for doing something by accident, because they simply didn't know any better. Instead, we demonstrate patience and educate them in order to avoid a reoccurrence (and work out our frustrations at the hockey rink or at the gym ... chuckle).
When you're in public, you ARE the Canadian Army to those civilians who "don't know any better".
If you deserve their respect, they'll give it to you - that's a fact, not just a promise
(remember what we always say? Repect is earned ...).
So, do Canadians even care anymore? Do they still respect us?
Deserve their respect and care, and you'll earn it.
(By the way - we wear our CADPAT in public for a variety of reasons, not the least of which is an overr teminder to external/uneducated observers that we're soldiers, with the subliminal message that the ultimate duty of a soldier is to go into situations where survival depends upon camouflage ...).
Okay - enough ranting from me - I couldn't sleep, so I'm taking it out on the rest of you ... (ha!)