I guess Charlie Angus didn't spell it out enough so this idiot could understand it: He owes his very existence to the fact that the Canadians saved the people in the place where he was born in the Netherlands. Literally saved their lives, so two of them could become his parents so he could later take up valuable space and atoms that could be put to a far better use.
The least he could do is say, "Thank you."
The first inkling I had of how important this is to the Dutch people was years ago on FB, when I was watching a travel video. I mentioned I'm Canadian, and the next thing I knew, somebody posted a comment in reply to mine. He said he was born in the Netherlands, and a Canadian soldier had rescued his grandmother and mother (his mother was a young child at the time). It was because of that Canadian soldier's actions that his mother survived, grew up, married, and had children. He said, "It it wasn't for that Canadian soldier, I wouldn't be alive. So when I saw that you're Canadian, I wanted to say thank you."
That really hit me, in an emotional way, and in the sense that things that were only in history books have real consequences. Here was a complete stranger, thanking me for something I had no part in, wasn't even born when it happened, and none of my relatives were ever in combat in WWII (they had other things to do with the war, as I found out later; those bombs that hit Japan didn't make themselves).
So I had a good cry about it, and told him that I would pass his thanks along on Remembrance Day (which I did, via the CBC comment section; this happened before that was shut down). After all, at that time it was possible that the soldier who'd helped his mother and grandmother was still alive.