Remember.
Hi there. Thanks for popping in. The eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month, 1918. Armistice Day. I came up to my little room, to spend an hour remembering those poor souls who died defending the freedom of their countries. Two World Wars, yet still carnage and treachery abound. What a mad world we live in, eh. I remember as a kid, whenever a black-edged envelope dropped through the letterbox from Germany, I knew a German friend…