Some postcards of World War One
British soldiers resting
Les Chausseurs Alpins, French soldiers with special knowledge of the Alps. Thousands were killed in avalanches as well as battle.
Wounded English soldiers
Masses were held at the front too
And to finish; a few lines from Wilfred Owen. Killed a few days before the Armistice, he was 25 years old. A verse from ‘The dread of falling into nought’
My power of life, though youthful, also sinks;
Before my time I bear a hoary head;
And chill airs strike my brow, that blow, methinks,
Straight from the icy cavern of the dead.
Night darkens round; my day shall know no afternoon.
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4 comments:
Oh gosh this makes me cry.
So sad. To think how ugly a painting
history paints for us. So much blood shed, so much death, pain, anguish, broken hearts and broken souls.
And all for what?
Why must men perish without having a chance to enjoy the reason they were born,....... to live a life.
A Lady's Life: It really was a dreadful war. We must never let it be forgotten.
Nice pics. I just inherited my grandmother's photo album, which has a ton of rapidly fading photos from the early 1900s through the crazy Insta-Matic 1960s, including a handful of my grandfather in his engineer corps uniform from WWI.
Robert: that's interesting, make sure that somewhere you keep a note of who they all are - if you know the details. There are so many mysteries....
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