The man was sitting there at his emotional place,
His eyes set on the keys of the piano,when the war veteran from 1939-1945 (WW2) wanted to drift into his memories the piano was his way back,it was also the switch to his remembrances flowing out like an endless stream of emotions going into the abyss of sadness.
He lived in an old but spacious house in Paris France, he was 87 years old and had gone through alot in his life.
The old man that was once just a normal young boy had started as soon as he was old enough to be forced into going to the war and being harshly trained.
His childhood was indeed nothing like ours, for one he had an environment that was lonely and sad, he was a quiet and lonely innocent little boy, his little house he used to live in was located in a suburban area, this meant that he didn’t have much friends to play with or even in a small amount of distance from his house.
But the thing is that if he had people his age around it would probably make no difference, due to his anti-social attitude.
He had started his hard and long journey which went like this…
“Hurry up!” This was the sound of the army trainer shouting at the training soldiers for war; which was not a pretty experience.
After the soldiers had been trained and were ready to go to war they were chucked on a ship towards the battlefield/area where if they are lucky they will survive and make it back home to their families and children or…
They will die seeing that they have served their country and the war is not over and peace has not yet been made.
All those lives lost they all once had passions like the piano, we will remember them lest we forget!
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