In May 2010, I had the privilege to join a group of high school students on an amazing twelve day journey through Europe. Travelling through France, Belgium, Holland and Germany, we would visit the sites of Canadian battlefields from World War One and World War Two. We would paid tribute to the soldiers – we would see where they fought, we stand see where they died. We expected an experience. But we didn’t expect this.
While in Groesbeek, Holland, one of the young men on our trip revealed that, for him, ‘Groesbeek’ was a significant place. He said that we needed to find something important while we were there. I couldn’t believe he didn’t mention it earlier.
What we discovered was; something I’ll never forget. But this is his story, not mine.