Be a Canadian on a motorbike.
When Dad's little village in the Netherlands was liberated in the spring of 1945, there were no tanks. No bunting or parades of military marching through.
Just two Canadians, dispatched on a motorbike, to tell the villagers the Germans were gone.
Two soldiers and a motorbike. That's all it took for the little village of Sandpoort to know they had rejoined the world of free humanity.
We now live in what feels like equally tumultuous times, when it feels like the voice of the people is choosing evil over good, once again. And sometimes it brings me feelings of despair.
Then I remember those two Canadians on a motorbike.
That's all it took for my Dad to feel free and happy once more.
Maybe I can be a Canadian on a motorbike. This world needs more liberators.
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