So today marks 100 years since guns fell silent, and World War One ended. 

Today I wanted to dedicate a short post to my Great-Great Uncle Leo, my Nanna's uncle. He died fighting in Ypres on 13th May, 1915. His name is on Menin Gate - my sister and I hope to go and find it one day. Apparently, after Leo died, his father, Alexander, never really got over it, and kept his war medal on the mantelpiece for the rest of his life. 

Leo was only 22 when he was killed. That's my age now. I think of how much of a child I still feel, and how these boys were called on to grow up so quickly - to see and do terrifying things, that no-one of any age should ever be required to do. 
The most heartbreaking part is that so many of those sent to fight were so much younger than that; 15, 16, 17, some as young as 12 and 13 - children. It doesn't even bare thinking about. 

To Leo, and to all those who made the ultimate sacrifice, thank you - we shall never forget. 

Until next time, 
Bisous <3


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