This week whilst walking the Great War battlefields at Fromelles and Ypres, I walked past unexploded munitions, shrapnel bullets, spent cases and the debris of that long ago war.
I also tread very softly past the exposed remains of the fallen in the wake of the farmers plough. Nearly 100 years later, ribs, vertabrae, jaw bones with excellent teeth I dare say, webbing, buttons, broken clay pipes and more are still being dragged to the surface. Not enough to be classed as a single body but never the less, the sad mortal remains of the collective missing in action.
It dawned on me a few minutes ago that I live and work even today in Valhalla's former battlefields. Simply staggering to say the least!
At the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them.
I also tread very softly past the exposed remains of the fallen in the wake of the farmers plough. Nearly 100 years later, ribs, vertabrae, jaw bones with excellent teeth I dare say, webbing, buttons, broken clay pipes and more are still being dragged to the surface. Not enough to be classed as a single body but never the less, the sad mortal remains of the collective missing in action.
It dawned on me a few minutes ago that I live and work even today in Valhalla's former battlefields. Simply staggering to say the least!
At the going down of the sun and in the morning, we will remember them.
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