He was one of the Second World War sweethearts,
and he was also a loving husband and father.
He used to own everything he needed and he loved;
a family, a house, a comfortable living room, a bookshelf full of illustrated books...
But he had to go away, along with other brave men of the country,
and he never come back.
He was not a victim of the war, he was the one who wanted to end all of the chaos.
He got what he wanted, except one...
to see his wife and daughter again.
But perhaps, they'll meet again, some sunny day.
You may not know him, but he is still alive and I have his soul, his heart, and his memory.
He regretted everything he has done, but I want him to know that he has taught me a valuable lesson about love, affection, bravery, sacrifice, and compassion.
Goodnight, David.
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