There’s a certain mystique surrounding the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. When living in America a few years back I recall a discussion I had with some collegues about their perception of the Mounties. Were they these brave, dedicated professionals driving to “always get their man”? “That’s what they say” was my response. I didn’t really know any.
After moving back to Canada over the last couple of years I was lucky enough to get to know quite a few “members” (that’s what the Mounties call themselves). To a person, they fit the stereotype.
They died getting their man.
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