I am going to start publishing love letters my grandfather wrote during WW1 to his girlfriend, later to become my grandmother as he travelled around occupied Germany and Europe. He was the son of Salvation Army parents who took a vow of poverty. He lied about his age to join the army at 17. He thought he'd be home in a year. But it took, as we know now, 5 long, hard years.
He was a romantic.
He died 3 years ago.
My grandmother is still alive.
