To my dearest Nonna,
I'm sorry I've failed my fellow soldiers. We were in the United Kingdom when we were taken into custody.
All I can think of is your rich food, smelling your sauces, the salami or whatever food came out of your magnificent kitchen.
I chose to serve my country, to make my family proud. In which I've failed you. But Nonna, I want you to be safe if I don't return.
Apartment 13, in Mama's building, I have rented out for you and the family. There are seven keys on the back of the door.
Please go there, find where they go, and leave the country before the war hits you.
Seven keys for seven locks in the apartment.
Please Nonna, leave. Take family with you.
Love, your Vincent.
Being in the War Memorial Museum was engaging.
As I looked around at the brown cupboards, the students walked around banging the cupboards looking at the badges and belts with the gold emblems.
The glass cupboards holding the green soldier's uniforms with the stories and letters to tell their stories.
The yellow, brown and purple medals show their achievements.
As I wrote their stories down in my ink pen all I could hear was the tapping of the glass, the laughter and the bugle playing the last post in my ears.
As I walked away wondering of the soldiers, all I could think of was the story of James Jacobs.
James Jacobs enlisted in the 20th Battalion AIF. As Jacob trained, worked towards the war he was going to go to, his mother wrote in a letter, demanding her son not to go to war, as she didn’t sign the form for him to go.
Jacob forged his mother’s signature. So James didn’t go to the war but went to France for more training.
This soldier did get to fight in his war. On 29th July 1916, he went to war, only to die in France 3 weeks later.
He was only just eighteen. He was just a boy.