Remembrance

When I was a boy, this old wrecked house would have completely grabbed my imagination.

I would be holed up, fighting off hordes of enemy soldiers and winning the day against all odds.

I remember those days well, my friends and I with our plastic Thompson machine guns (I never did manage to get a toy Sten gun), shooting our way to victory time and again.

So it seemed rather appropriate to publish this memory on this day.

Lest we forget.