“Mommy who is that?” I asked eagerly. “That is the statue of your great grandfather” replied mother.”shall I tell you about him?” “Yes mommy” I said. She put me on her lap and started to tell the tale of my great grandfather. “I was just a girl when my mother told me; he was a brave soldier who was part of a resistance team that were fighting off the nazis.” A tear rolled down her cheek as she stared off into the blazing fire in the living room. “His name was Alexandrine; he joined the resistance team at the age of 15. He died  whilst on an undercover mission trying to save civilians. No one found his body to this day so they built this statue in honour of him.”