
08/23/2025
The summer of 1944 was not a summer of laughter in Normandy. It was a season of ashes, of walls reduced to rubble, of children who no longer played but simply survived. The land still trembled with the echoes of artillery fire, the air carried the acrid memory of smoke and blood. In this shattered landscape, the cost of war was measured not only in broken buildings but in broken lives. 🔔 🛎 🌜
Among the ruins of a small village, where the church bell tower lay shattered and homes stood as hollow shells, a boy appeared. He was barefoot, his small frame thin from hunger, his hair matted with dust. But in his hands he carried... This story is probably just the beginning… Click the link below to read it in full. Don't miss it 👉: https://homegrowncoffeebar.com/the-boy-with-the-flag-normandy-france-1944-tn/