I'll be remembering my dad with this tattoo, he was one of the lucky ones that came back home from being part of the liberation of Holland.
It took me sometime to realize what WW2 meant to him until the day I came home from school for lunch and he'd been in the rum already, and was messed up big time. All because of a simple thank you letter and a box of tulip bulbs that had arrived that day in the mail from Holland. That thank you letter meant everything to him.
That was the day I realized going off to war with a group of mostly farm boys from central Alberta was more than just an adventure.
Thank you Gnr. Curly Bill
