The good news was that we would be surrounded by water ― "surrounded" in a Canadian sense.
What I remember most about the planned return to Canada, was this plan of mine: When I stepped onto the tarmac after exiting the Canadian Armed Forces Boeing 707 I would kiss the ground. (I was Drama even at nine years of age.)
I loved West Germany, but this kid was excited about returning to this country ― and the Montreal Canadiens.
I didn't kiss the ground after touching Canadian soil (or concrete) for the first time in four years, but I made my point.