The young girl clung to her father’s neck, sobbing her little heart out, understanding that she could be hugging him for the last time, her heart breaking with the thought of being separated from her beloved daddy who had signed up to fight in the trenches of France; his heart also breaking with the thought of leaving his baby girl, neither having any idea what would happen in the months to come; standing in the crowd at the train depot waiting for the whistle that would change both their lives forever, but knowing that whatever happened in the future, whether good or bad, they would always be in each other’s hearts.
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