When you hear the dreaded knock on the door and a stranger stands there, your whole world comes crashing down. The depths of grief and despair engulfs you.
We see the train of war coming down the track and there is nothing we the little people can do. One more time.
Perhaps it would be advisable for all who have lost loved ones in any war, place a star in their window. It would then be obvious to see, the harvested class.
When you hear the dreaded knock on the door and a stranger stands there, your whole world comes crashing down. The depths of grief and despair engulfs you.
We see the train of war coming down the track and there is nothing we the little people can do. One more time.
Mercifully, I don't know: but the way that you said it, is making me cry.