We (wife and 
me) managed to get to the Veterans’ hospital in Halifax in time, despite of the poor weather conditions: it was pouring rain and visibility was pretty poor.
Upon arrival, The Honourary Consul (Peter McCreath) introduced the chairman of a Dutch association of immigrants, a man who survived the war and eventually decided to move to Canada. There was a speech from a diplomat of the Consulate of Montreal, however, I didn’t recognize him. His acccent was pretty heavy though, and his (improvised?) speech was a mix of English, Dutch and French words. Oh: there was the singing of three national anthems (note: I only remember the first verse of the Dutch national anthem).
After the official ceremony, I had a brief chat with the Honourary Consul about the last encounters (re: my emergency passport, last year), we exchanged commentary on the latest political spats regarding the celebrations and his touring around in Nova Scotia the next coming days. I found out that the Consul had a good beer taste too: he remembered my place of birth and noted that the great Grolsch beer is brewed in that city.
There was a brief conversation with a just-immigrated Dutch couple too, who I (naturally) wished good luck with their recently acquired Permanent Resident status and new life on the American continent.