Make me laugh... somebody... anybody!

I seem to have lost my voice. I cannot get this awful war to leave me alone... for I am old and have a keen memory of another war.

I remember it well since so many from my small parish returned from there... physically and spiritually wounded by all that happened... some things too terrible to write, but perhaps one day I will.

Perhaps I can also write of those who never came home, but I still will find no solace, since I also have sons.