Canadians soldiers in Sneek, 1945

I lived the first five years of my life in the Netherlands, Friesland to be precise. Germany invaded the Netherlands about a week after I was born, and the war was over about a week after I turned five. I had a sleep-over at Grandpa Groen’s place just before my fifth birthday. In the morning I heard strange noises in the street. I looked out of the window, and saw a platoon of soldiers right in front of the house. I woke Grandpa and told him about those soldiers. So he looked out of the window and I will never forget what he said. “It’s OK, these are good soldiers. They are Canadians come to set out country free.”