My Dad's name was John Cook and mine is Martin as you know. What are the chances of finding this ?
When you stand there and look at all the crosses and think that all these men had parents, brothers, sisters, wives. Now they are laying in a foreign land alone.
We found one grave of a man who died on this very day, sixty five years ago. Someone had visited his grave and placed flowers on it.
You cannot help but feel humble amongst so many heros.
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