The greatest generation?...no question about it. My dad enlisted in Canada in 1939. Went through all the army training in Camp Borden, Ontario. Shipped to England when finished training. Was a dispatch rider in Sicily, Italy, and Holland. While in England waiting to be shipped to the war theatre, he met my mom. She worked in a munitions factory. Romance ensued, but off to war he went. Courtship by mailed continued. After the liberation of Holland, he went back to England to marry her. Time between the chance to see each other was years, not weeks or months. When hostilities finally ceased, my dad was late to be discharged; my mom had the opportunity to come to Canada early with many other war brides on the ship Aquitania. She landed in Halifax, Nova Scotia, and then boarded a train, by herself, to a small village called Aden in Southern Alberta, to be greeted by in-laws she had never met. Waited months for my dad to get home. I remember my mom saying she was scared to death of the journey but did it for the love of my dad, and the promise of a good life in Canada. It's important to remember that she pretty much resigned to the fact she'd never see her family in Britain again. Luckily, in 1953 and with my young-at-the-time older brother, she had the chance to return to England for Queen Elizabeth's coronation, and to see her mother, for the last time. In the years to follow I would hear her comment how much she missed her native land, but never regretted for a minute coming to Canada. They had a wonderful 62 year marriage. No doubt there are thousands of similar stories out there like mine, and I think it's a combination of the times, the real threat of a horrible superpower running the world, and the guts of the good people of the free world doing what they had to do to ensure we, the fortunate, had a world to be safe in.