My dad was a very young member of the Canadian Army during WWII. He was part of the group that liberated Holland, as well as having fought on Juno Beach. When I was young, we never spoke of the war. It was just a dark part of his past. However, as he aged, and the pain from the war somewhat subsided, he started to take great pride in his role. When I think of what those young men did back then, at the tender age of 18 or 19, it breaks my heart. My dad was my hero, and it is an honour to plant these bulbs in his memory.