ABSTRACT
My wife and I once worked as Dons (what in the US might be termed a Resident Advisor) in a co-ed residence at the University of Toronto's University College. One of the building's porters, a older gentleman named Carl who has since died, worked the afternoon shift. Originally from somewhere in what we once called Eastern Europe, he had fought in World War II, for various armies. As one was defeated by another, a number of soldiers simply changed sides, took up with their new compatriots, and kept on going; after all, the alternative was more than likely not nearly as appealing.
