Living near the border, and having spent a lot of time on the northern side of it (well, more the eastern side of it from here in Maine) I've been impressed with both the differences and the similarities in our countries.
The father and an uncle of an old girlfriend of mine, who both lived near Pt. Maitland, NS, up the Fundy shore from Yarmouth, had been in the same outfit in WWII, and niether one would eat mutton, as they had both had to eat spoiled mutton that they were able to forage while evading their eventual capture by the Germans.
And I know well the pride that one Stanley Metcalf, an acquaintance of mine, took in his father, Bill, being one of only six or seven Americans ever to be awarded the VC. Link below.
I also remember being asked to pipe for a wedding here in Maine. All the wedding party were in Highland rigging, and the groom's son and best man was having quite a time with his plaid -- had it balled up into an awful gob under his armpit so that he couldn't lower his arm.
Being more familiar with how to arrange it, I went to help. It was a MacKenzie tartan, nothing unusual, until I noticed that he was wearing a hair sporran of the military style, and that the saddle of it bore the horned stag crest of the old Seaforth Highlanders, long since merged with the Camerons into the Queen's Own Highlanders. It was a piece of history and I asked where they had come by it. They pointed to the corner and si, "It was his." And there sat Gramps, who had joined up with the Seaforth between the wars and went to WWII with their first battalion as a drummer and medic.
Those folks, and many good friends in the 3rd Batt (militia) of the Black Watch in Montreal and in the RCR in Gagetown NB, all serve to remind me that though we are two neighboring but very different countries, and our world views do differ, it is good to have such friends for neighbors.
Bill Metcalf