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Excellent. It definitely looks that way

Nice.

must always remember. So many wars fought between men whose appetites for power if not opposed would have changed the political and geographical landscape in ways too horrific to contemplate.

You are remembered.

sent to the Gloucestershire Cotswolds as a guard at a prisoner of ear camp. He met my grandmother, Daisy Harriet Myrtle there - a miniscule woman with a formidable presence, and when they married, my dad was their third out of four. Out of carnage, their legacy launched.

We must never forget, we

together to the desperate slaughter that was the Belgian theater of war.

In 1917, a shell landed in his trench - he and Albert both received "Blighty Wounds", bodies full of shrapnel, that they carried for the rest of their lives, and were repatriated home.

Once out of hospital, my granddad was

going and force a surrender.

My grandfather Frank Edward James and his brother Albert fought together in the Somme Campaign in Flanders. He signed up, aged 20, they were members of one of Kitchener's Pals companies, an entire community of young men from Paddington, in London's West End went

this day, 107 years ago the sides had simply had enough, having fought to a standstill, fatigued and demoralized, and agreements were made to just call it quits. The Central Powers had lost (Germany, Austria-Hungary, the Ottoman Empire and the Kingdom of Bulgaria), but no one had the energy to keep

To be fair there's a technique to it, where one rocks slightly forward and just slowly lifts the feet rather than "jump"

That situation needs rectification

Enjoy

Morning Lewis

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