“that someday we all may meet again” I am sure of that.
Thank you for your words. Make me cry- again :-) Wwll, I get wet eyes every day when I come to read Horsie’s strip and think of Josh. I really would have loved to get to know him more.
When I was a child we had my dad’s parents over. And, understandable, dad and his parents talked a lot about my uncle who never came back from the war (meanwhile I know that he was shot at age 21) and how it was back home before the war and in the hut camp they lived in for 10 years. Then, on the other days, when my mum’s sister and her husband came over there werethe usual arguings about whatsoever. Not all was bad at Christmas of course. When I was 16 my mum died an Christmas with dad who could not cope at all was bad. Next year he found the second love of his live, my beloved step mum, and felt better again. When I turned 18 he spent Christmas with her and one of my friends offered me his room to spent the hollidays all on my own. I enjoyed the peace and quiet, his huge amount of books and record collection.
I thought of Russia, headquater of the big moron…