I DO NOT OWN OUR GIRL, OR THE POEM MENTIOND BELOW. THIS IS A WORK OF MY MIND AND IS INTIALY FALSE.
Remembrance Sunday 2015
" They shall not grow old as we who are left grow old.
Age shall not weary them, no the years condemn
At the going down of the sun and in the morning
we will remember them."
"we will remember them," came the reply.
Molly Dawes sat in the church on remembrance Sunday, thinking how much that year had changed her. And how much she had seen. Her first tour of Afghanistan she had seen her friends and colleges get hurt, had a girl not much older that her sister taken a way from her family, lost her best friend in the whole world. She could still see candy smith's face at Smurfs funeral and those words.
"I gave my boys to the army and all I got back was a flag."
