Mães...da guerra.

 Porque me tocou:

(...) she recalled how she had given birth in pain and fear, fed the boy in hard times and easy, taught him to walk straight and wash his hands and spell his name, sent him to school; how she had watched him grow and grow until he was almost as tall as she, then even taller, until he was ready to earn a living and marry a healthy girl and start a family of his own and give her grandchildren. The mother's grief when she realised that all that, everything she had done, the pain and the work and the worry, had beenfor nothing: this miracle, her man child, had been destroyed by braggartly men in a stupid, vain war, The sense of loss. The sense of loss.
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in "Lie down with lions" do melhor autor de sempre Ken Follett