The Dutch People Love Us!

I have never experienced such whole heartedly, so whole hearted appreciation from a group of people. They all were the same and they just love us. Last one or two times we’ve been there, we’re still getting phone calls from them, from all the way from Holland. They can hardly speak English but they just want to talk to me and there’s a certain primitive, I don’t know, soul searching feeling they have about us. Although our boys are buried there, it’s a loving situation. This is loving grounds. These people care. They still give them flowers, they look after their graves, many of them, and this is no joke with them. We don’t know what it feels like to have the Germans or any group occupying you and treating you badly. Like we were in a little town called Deventure which is not that far from wherever we were going and they had seven young boys were killed by the Germans in the street and they have a ceremony I think once a year or something and they commemorate the death of these young boys. So you know how they feel, they feel terrible. And we came, there’s a woman told me, she said when the Canadians came over that bridge, you Canadians came over that bridge there, she thought I was in heaven, I thought God had come, finally come down, just we Canadians. I don’t know it’s a wonderful feeling to have, I feel very grateful.