The tears in my mother’s eyes

The battleground is my cathedral, But, there’s more to the story, than what it appears. A war written story, from blood and from tears. My son went to war, a very proud man. He fought in Rajasthan, on the hot desert sands. He witnessed his buddies, his comrades, his men, bleeding and dying, he witnessed their end. He’s blown up all around, his comrades spent … Continue reading The tears in my mother’s eyes