We were sent lots of pictures of military vehicles, armaments, and things I can’t identify but which look deadly. This representative example is enough, I think. When one thinks of the horrors of that war, the really bad reasons for it, and the enormous waste of lives and wealth, it is sickening. Let’s resolve that when someone calls for the next war - which some are doing now - that none of our people go. Then if some warmonger wants a fight, he can head out with his own pitchfork and halbert and see how he does. Maybe minding one’s one business and not being greedy would look appealing.
A hastily built bunker to defend the beach.
A terrible place to face oncoming troops and a terrible thing to face when oncoming. And for no good reason.
“In Flanders fields - and Norman fields - the poppies grow,
Between the crosses row on row….
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie,
In Norman fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe,
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch, be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die,
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Norman fields.”
Then the real trick is to determine the real foes, and fight them. It’s not some neighbor country‘s boys.
It’s those who foment wars for their own gain, sending others to do their dirty and dangerous work.
Let’s fight them. But not with cannon and bunkers on beaches.
Heartbreaking
Everywhere this year the memories surface.
And who thinks of the mothers who lost so much?
Just imagine that day here. Horrors.
The earth tries to heal the scars.
And then dinner….
This is what one eats on the coast, I guess.
This is what one eats on the coast, I guess.
I wouldn’t.
To be continued….
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