Scotland and the Battle to Free Canada

Every year when I return to my family home in Scotland I find myself doing the same things.

Reliving my childhood on the massive beaches that line the north east coast.



Returning to the bay where I first learned to sail, as the jet fighters from the nearby RAF base scream overhead.




Or just hanging out in the quiet streets of this small town.



Where the biggest event of the year is the Scotland in Bloom contest.

And then there is this place, the bloody battlefield of Culloden, where in 1746 the English crushed the highland army of Bonnie Prince Charlie.



And where the mass graves of the different clans are marked by simple stones at the places where they fell.



Or their sacrifice honoured by this large cairn.



I visit the place every year, for it has always had a special meaning for me as a symbol of resistance.

So for the last ten years it was a place where I came not only to honour my clan's dead.

Or celebrate the survival of Scotland.

But also to renew my vows to defeat the monstrous regime of this mad king.



For I always refused to believe that Canadians were born to be slaves.

So this year, as you can imagine, it was an even more special occasion.

And when I returned to Edinburgh Castle for the Royal Military Tattoo.



And I saw the Vancouver Police pipe band march with others into the castle's court yard.

It seemed like I was also celebrating the survival of Canada.



Never forget what a battle it was. Or how we almost lost our country.

Let's finish the job we started last October, and bury the Cons once and for all.

Canada my home, and Scotland forever...

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