I lent out of the hotel window, taking a breathe of bread scented air. The Eiffel Tower glowed with lights and I could hear french words. Tomorrow, we would be leaving the capital and beginning a tour of First World War battlefields.
I had been looking forward to this trip for years, but now there was a heaviness in my heart. We would be following in dead soldiers footsteps, experiencing some of what they did and remembering their sacrifices.
I had to do this though, I had to know what happened to my granddad.
(Inspired by; https://bikurgurl.com/2018/11/07/100-word-wednesday-week-96/ with thanks).
