During World War II my grandfather (a young Dutch gentleman) was taken prisoner by the Germans and held in a forced labor camp in Germany, welding locomotives. Eventually he escaped (with the help of a Swedish consul) and made it back to the Netherlands. There, in his home country, he camped in the dunes with other members of the resistance movement.
Were it not for the American soldiers who drove the German occupying forces out of the Netherlands, who knows what would have happened to my family--my grandfather probably would have been recaptured, among other things. But the fact is that the American soldiers came and helped the Dutch people--something many Dutch are still grateful for to this day, myself included.
We owe a great debt to the soldiers who put their lives on the line so we may live our lives freely.
Thank you very much for what you do and what you have done.
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If I am not better, at least I am different. --Jean-Jacques Rousseau
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