My Grandpa was only about 15 when the Nazis invaded Holland. His father and older brothers fought and he was left to care for his mother and sisters. He had to steal food to feed them, and couldn't always find enough.
His greatest memory was when the war was over, he was handed a chocolate bar by a Canadian soldier, signifying that they were free again.
He immigrated to Canada and started a family with my Grandma.
Lest we forget.
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