It happens every year, your birthday! It’s suppose to be a day of celebration, fun and all things you love…
When you think of war you think shrapnel, smoke and the stench of fear. You think of foreign lands covered…
It happens every year, your birthday! It’s suppose to be a day of celebration, fun and all things you love…
When you think of war you think shrapnel, smoke and the stench of fear. You think of foreign lands covered…