Look what I found! Photo of my mother's father, or "morfar" as those are called in Denmark. He fought in WW, uhm, one, or two, or both. Needless to say, he wasn't too keen on my mom bringing home a German boy. She didn't. She went with an artist. That didn't make anyone happy either. But hey, I got made! That's something. To me, at least.
I'm glad my morfar looks like he's trying to help.
The helmet is funny.
Nationality and arbitrary borders are not relevant. Love is.

