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  • That's my Dad looking out the port side bubble window of a Canadian Army helicopter. It's sometime in 1970. One day his crew was asked to take Prime Minister Pierre Trudeau on a short trip. During the flight, his security detail offered Trudeau a canned soft drink. Only trouble was, the pop tab was broken. My Dad, sitting across from Trudeau, had a solution. Without telling anyone, he suddenly reached down into the leg pocket of his flight suit and hauled out an intimidating looking knife. "Here, I can fix that," he said. Before he knew what hit him, two burly RCMP officers were on top of him, all 145 pounds of him, and pinned him to his seat, while yelling "Drop the knife, NOW." Years later he told me that maybe it wasn't the smartest thing to do. He was just trying to help.
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