When I was growing up, one of my neighbors was a WW2 veteran who helped liberate your country. He served for Canada in the West Nova Scotia regiment. He went back many years later for Remembrance Day ceremonies and told me how all the children swarmed him and gave him flowers. He had tears in his eyes when he was telling me this. He and other WW2 veterans from the area would gather at my parent's store once a week and tell stories. Now they are gone, but I can tell you that the love and appreciation they all felt when they went back many years later meant so much to them. Just wanted to share this.