Anger is simmering along side Felicie Boucher’s passionate fascination of family roots. Touring France with Georgette, the self-proclaimed family historian she hears of yet another war memorial.
“Felicie, your great grandfather Philippe Boucher’s memorial is there, second column twenty-fifth name from the top.”
104 years earlier Philippe never saw the adrenaline charged 30 centimeter bayonet find it’s mark, twist, withdraw, and with purpose find the next enemy belly just meters away.
Inherited tears begin to fall and Felicie exclaims, “Where was God? What had Him so busy during all that carnage?”
“I was in My place, receiving My children.”
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