posted on May, 4 2011 @ 06:39 PM
reply to post by Sinter Klaas
Thanks for that, Sinter
I was born in 1946 Holland and lived there until I almost made 7.
I remember the detritus of war... the fields of broken bricks, the steel beams just offshore to thwart landing craft, my brave grandfathers
contribution in the Underground, bullet holes in church walls where citizens were shot as a result of that. So many things a child retains well into
adulthood. I even still have my personal ration card, something I pull out every few years to remind me of what war can do to lives and cities.
In times like that, I think of my father, a Canadian soldier from Winnipeg who I never met. That's also war.
Everywhere I visit in Canada, I look for the memorials which the Dutch have placed in parks and important locations. They are a lasting monuments,
some quite small, others large, of the gratitude that the Dutch will always feel for Canadian soldiers. All of them.
Today, I watched a small dedication... the laying of a wreath on one of those monuments. Located in Victoria Park in London Ontario, the ceremony was
carried out by Dutch Nationals and Canadian vets.
It makes me proud to have a heritage that joins these two wonderful countries together.
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