Remembering the Liberators

Once, about twenty-five years ago, I stood alone on the train platform in Edin-burgh. A kindly couple approached and started to chat. They asked where I was from, and when I told them I was Canadian they immediately smiled and started to share a story with me. They were young children at the end of World War II, living in the Netherlands. They described for me the day that the Canadian army arrived in their town.

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