Imagine if a circus came to a small town in Southern Ontario. Not just any circus, but a world famous circus starring an exceptionally huge and beloved african elephant. The circus sets up and parades it's animals around town and whatnot. Children of all ages are thrilled and amazed. And in the course of action the reknowned giant elephant gets hit by a train. Killed dead.
What do you think this small town would do?
Well, first they'd take a triumphant photo of themselves with their kill. Just look at the pride on the engineer's face sitting up there at the top.
Not only is this a true story of a real town, but it is the town from whence my family came. How's that for heritage?