“Maman, je meurs.”

His sky blue uniform slick with blood and Flanders mud, he fell back into the trench and gasped, “Maman, je meurs.”

19 thoughts on ““Maman, je meurs.”

      1. I think it’s so critical that work like that which moves you, Meg, is seen by EVERYONE possible.

        Maybe, just maybe some generation will learn that WAR IS BAD.

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