Were prayers of murderers, when fighting on the “right side” of the war, ever heard—let alone answered?

Life is too short not to say how you feel to the people you love.

Were prayers of murderers, when fighting on the “right side” of the war, ever heard—let alone answered?

Not every loss was confirmed by an officer at the door. Nor a telegram with the power to sink a fleet. Loss, often the worst kind, also arrived through the deafening quiet of an absence.

The whole world can become the enemy when you lose what you love.

It’s odd, isn’t it? People die every day and the world goes on like nothing happened. But when it’s a person you love, you think everyone should stop and take notice. That they ought to cry and light candles and tell you that you’re not alone.

In seven days God had created the Earth. In a single day mankind had turned it upside down.