Looking for memories of my First World War hero grandfather to find peace with myself

Like my grandfather, I’ve spent time on Vimy Ridge and Hill 70 in France. However, my visit 100 years after him was not marked by the deafening barrage of artillery shells that rained death, but by the quiet steps of a grandson, seeking insight on a fight today: how to win an inner battle withContinue reading “Looking for memories of my First World War hero grandfather to find peace with myself”