Yesterday we've been to Ypres and listened to the Last Post under the Menin Gate. Incredible how about 2000 persons can be quited as soon the Horns start with the Last Post. Very touching it is. And incredible that so many people after all those years come to listen to it and visit Ypres.
Many shops in Ypres sell all kind of stuff with poppies on it, the tourism earns a lot of money. But after all it's gruesome that so many people earn their money thanks to all those soldiers who died in that War.
11th November will this year be a Day to never forget.
Me at the Menin Gate
A photoshop I've made with the famous poem In flanders Fiels by John MacCrae.
Very true Maddie. I discovered a handwritten account of my late father's experiences in the Royal Artillery in North Africa and Italy in WW2 and typed it into my computer. He would have been astonished at that. My late father-in-law was an RAF Navigator on Lancasters but we know little about his war which he survived. This has prompted me to read a little about the wars and the utter stupidity and arrogance of those who let them happen.
I recently discovered a newspaper clipping about my grandad and his friend. They were together on a farm in Fife in 1912, joined up together in the 4th The Black Watch, went to Neuve Chapelle, went over the top together, both wounded in the head by the same shell. My grandad ended up at the Somme once recovered and ended up being a POW. After the war he and his friend ended up working on the same railway and met their future wives in the same time almost in the same place. Coincidences, eh?
I find the 1st World War so sad and find it difficult not to tear up when I hear, see or read anything about it. Did anyone see the Passing Bells? I think I was in tears every night! An excellent piece of television.