The Button Maarten watches as his mother is making clothes on the sewing machine. He’s a bit bored. Suddenly, he sees a big, shiny button in the button box. It has a text : CANADA and a leaf. Mama, he asks, where has this button come here? I don’t know, she replies, you should ask your dad. That evening his father tells the following story: We lived in the Parish house where my father, your granddad, was the keeper. In the spring of 1945, I was eleven years old. We were forced to hide in the cellar because outside there were fights between the Canadian liberators and the Germans. The Canadians brought their wounded to the kitchen of our house to care for them. Your grandfather left the cellar to help them. He gave a poached egg to a heavily wounded soldier. Regrettably, two Canadians died in that kitchen that night. This Button belongs to a Canadian Uniform jacket. I found it in our house after the war. These soldiers came from the Eastern Provinces of Canada. They were young men who died some 6.000 km from home for our freedom. The date was April 22, 1945. A week later Hitler was dead, and two weeks later the war ended. Recently, I found the names of these soldiers: Edmond Levesque, 21 years old James Jamieson, 26 years old