A hundred years ago these fields yielded grief, fear, bodies, blood, and mud. Now, wheat dries golden in the sun, leaves wave in the breeze over crater scars, While the earth returns bones and bombshells to the surface: a century of slowly expulsing the detritus of war extruding shrapnel from its body with the new grass. . . Watching […]
“BUT…it was a mighty victory…!”–from the BATTLE OF BLENHEIM, by Robert Southey, 1774-1843.