Glyn-Berry-Obituary

Glyn Berry

Obituary

Remembering Glyn Berry Jim Farrell
The Edmonton Journal


Tuesday, January 17, 2006

EDMONTON - Canadian diplomat Glyn Berry was bubbling with enthusiasm about his new posting when I first encountered him last September in a dusty Kandahar compound.

"Here, read this book," he said, shoving a Penguin paperback into my hands. The book was a history of Afghanistan; that country's history was a passion we shared.

Situated at a historic crossroads where countless invaders have come to grief, Afghanistan has changed little in 2,000 years, Berry pointed out. It remained to be seen whether the latest group of invaders, which included Canadian troops, would fare any better.

Using gentle diplomacy and promises of aid and advice, the scholarly, ebullient Berry was determined to demonstrate that Afghanistan's latest invasion could have a happy ending, despite a growing spate of bombings and assassinations.

Berry also vowed to help keep me alive a few weeks later when I told him of my intention to slip into Pakistan to interview the leader of that country's most notorious religious school. An excellent idea, Berry said with a twinkle in his eye.

"But you don't want to end up like Danny Pearl."

American journalist Daniel Pearl had set up an interview with a radical Islamic faction in Pakistan in the spring of 2002. Pearl was subsequently taken prisoner and beheaded and video of his execution was posted on the Internet as a warning to pro-American journalists.

Berry knew the territory I was going into, having served with the Canadian High Commission in Pakistan's capital.

The suicide bombing that left Berry dead underlines a claim made by many western officials and aid workers who ride around Afghanistan in civilian cars without the benefit of armed guards. Taliban insurgents and al-Qaeda fighters don't target western civilians, they claim. Their targets are Afghanistan's latest foreign invaders. If you hang out with soldiers, you can expect to become a target.

Berry and I had discussed that theory. When I met him, he told me he was rethinking his transportation options -- should he continue riding with the military or get his own car and driver?

When I went to Quetta, I went in a civilian car with a civilian driver. On Sunday, Berry once again elected to ride in an armoured military convoy.

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Thank You Mr. Berry.... We Remember. R.I.P. Sir. Canada Will Never Forget

Mr. Berry R.I.P , I will never forget you. I served with Glyn during his tour and he was a down to earth person, even though he held a high title. He was always motivated to do his job no matter what. I will like to inform Mrs Berry and family my condolences for there lost. We gave some but Glyn gave all, his life in the name of freedom for canada and world peace.

Gorffwys mewn heddwch Glyn. I’m glad you had a fine life. Now you are forever young.

Tina Horkan.

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