It has been 100 years since I last saw my granddad.
100 Years of pain in my heart.
100 Years of grief in my family.
100 Years of sorrow.
We hope….
We love….
We lost….

No one could predict what their minds were thinking;
No one could predict what their hearts were like.
Only one thing we could have predicted:
Was the shock,
The horror,
The isolated feeling of sadness,
The feeling of despair,
And disbelief.
The look of fear and terror.
The souls of once young boys:
Now men.