My grandpa was born in Ontario but after his mothers death and father leaving went to New York to live with an aunt. He tried for years to get his US citizenship but it wasn't until he was in the US Army during WWII that the Army shipped him across the border (for some reason) handed him his citizenship papers and had him enter the country he was willing to fight and die for as a citizen.
I spent a great evening outside of Manchester UK drinking Glenmorangie and talking to Lancaster pilot. An evening I'll never forget. His affection for America was as deep as mine for him.
Sorry to be off topic a bit but my appreciation for Canadians, Brits and Australians and their friendship to the country I love is enormous. Tough, capable warriors!
