Yes we remember

As I was going through some of the old war photos of my Dad’s I was struck by the obvious fact that these soldiers were just boys. Or rather they were in that space between boy and man. I also read the letters he sent home to Mom in hopes to find some insight on battles and life on the front but what I found was a series of love letters with no mention of war at all. Then again the war was, at its heart, about love - love of liberty and freedom, love of hearth and home.


“A real soldier does not fight because he has something that he hates in front of him. He fights because he has something that he loves behind his back.”
G. K.C.


A good read for this weekend.