He lied about his age.
He was young and full of life.
The only boy of a farming family.
He was the baby.
He went.
He never came home.
He was young and full of life.
The only boy of a farming family.
He was the baby.
He went.
He never came home.
Letters were written from France.
They would have been cherished.
The boy never came home to
be cherished in their place.
He never got married.
Never had children.
Never lived beyond his teens.
November 11th is
Remembrance Day in Canada.
May we all remember those who
went to fight for our freedoms.
For our liberties.
May we pray for those who
are fighting and defending even now.
May we always be thankful.
May we never forget.
Many Blessings,
Camille
**Letters in this post
were written home by Camille's
Great-Great Uncle Johnnie
during WWI ~ 1915.
