My Grandfather, or Gramps, fought in the first world war.His regiment were sent to the Somme.One million men were wounded or killed, making it one of the bloodiest battles in human history.Gramps was a survivor. Although physically well, mentally he suffered.He never spoke of the war. He left the city with Grandma and found a small plot in the countryside, remote and quiet. A sanctuary for his troubled mind.I remember him as the sweetest, kindest man. A gentle giant.I spent a lot of time with him as a child and an adult.He played an important role in my life.He taught me compassion, kindness, and tolerance.I am grateful. I was blessed to have him in my life.So, today I personally, remember all that may have suffered in any war.We are all but human, and no one truly understands what someone else may have endured.God bless them all.
You were blessed to have him in your life. Here's to all who served and are still serving.
Hello Cheryl!I really enjoyed reading your memories from your grandfather,and tears came on my eyes,so touching words from a granddaughter.We will remember all the man and woman who fight to preserve our freedom .Dimi...
Indeed we will Dimi
Such a beautiful post, very moving. It's utterly heartbreaking to think of all those young men who lost their lives. My poor grandfather served in WW1 too and had a terrible wound on his chest fro a shrapnel injury, he then fought in WW2 along with my father. Neither of them spoke of the war.xxx
A most beautiful post.All the best Jan