When I was 20-ish, I was at the War Memorial. An old guy came up to me and said that I probably think that war is about guys his age, but to look at the faces of those etched in stone because they were my age. He asked me to imagine every male friend, boyfriend, or borther being called up to service and living not know if they'd return. It stuck with me.
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I can imagine given what you'd described that it would stick with you. *huggle*
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