Eventually, he was able to escape the prison and returned home as a war veteran. When I went to France to visit my grandparents, they told me this very story and the aftermath of the war on Europe as well as the world. Before the World War II, my great grandfather was a chivalrous man and a talkative person. He was the kind of gentleman who would put a smile on your face and his presence engendered a sense of happiness and joy. Nonetheless, like almost everybody who has served in a war, it is very hard to recuperate from the atrocities experienced. Sadly, the consequences of the war changed him into a quiet recluse who had lost all of courage to speak and interact with others around him. In addition to his newfound quietness, my grandmother told me that he never discussed the war with anyone and no one dared to ask him. Many years later, he was buried in a cemetery not far away from our grandparents house and they go visit him. When I was in Brittany, I had the privilege to visit him and place wreath and flowers on his tomb. Whist standing there, I felt a feeling of both sadness and pride. Of course, his death touched my family tremendously, but it is because of him and the millions who gave up their lives to eliminate the evil in the
Eventually, he was able to escape the prison and returned home as a war veteran. When I went to France to visit my grandparents, they told me this very story and the aftermath of the war on Europe as well as the world. Before the World War II, my great grandfather was a chivalrous man and a talkative person. He was the kind of gentleman who would put a smile on your face and his presence engendered a sense of happiness and joy. Nonetheless, like almost everybody who has served in a war, it is very hard to recuperate from the atrocities experienced. Sadly, the consequences of the war changed him into a quiet recluse who had lost all of courage to speak and interact with others around him. In addition to his newfound quietness, my grandmother told me that he never discussed the war with anyone and no one dared to ask him. Many years later, he was buried in a cemetery not far away from our grandparents house and they go visit him. When I was in Brittany, I had the privilege to visit him and place wreath and flowers on his tomb. Whist standing there, I felt a feeling of both sadness and pride. Of course, his death touched my family tremendously, but it is because of him and the millions who gave up their lives to eliminate the evil in the