Remembrance Day

My young son's first literary prize.  

Here's a little sample:

I walked across the street, a ringing in my head.

What was going on? Why did I feel dead?

I wondered if I would see my wife again.

I wondered if I’d live to show her the wonders of Big Ben.

Tears trickling down my face and zeppelins in the air,

Smoke rising to the highest heights but not a soul was there.