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August 17, 2008
During our travels together, Allie, my tour guide to London, mentioned that she had never married. Her fiancé was killed during WWI, not as lucky as my grandfathers had been. I thought it was incredibly romantic that she had never married, and said so. She laughed and said, “My dear, you don’t understand. There were simply no men left. Nothing but old men and little boys.” The young men had gone to war and never came back, lost in the flower of their youth, leaving their women to mourn alone. “I still miss him,” she said looking into the distance.