Canuck My wife's second cousin served with the Perth Regiment, 5th Canadian Armoured Division. A scout platoon lieutenant during the Italian Campaign he never talked about his wartime experiences until 1975. As he told me on several occasions he was originally reluctant to talk about the war but then decided it was the biggest thing in his life and he felt compelled to talk about it. During an informal reunion last year, he talked about sneaking up on two German officers, somewhere in Holland, one tending to the other's wound. And with a simple burst of his Thompson machine gun, sent them to their maker. Remorse he asked? None was his reply. He reminded me of losing his brother, a lieutenant with the Queen's Own Rifles, on June 11, 1944. And, of the 33 men in his original platoon, only 7 came back to Canada. During our luncheon he told me of standing on a dyke in Holland...a dispatch rider came up and said ' The war is over- The Germans have surrendered'. With that tears came streaming down his face. No more bullets, no more Germans. From the ultimate generation.