The landscape around there is still dotted with craters from that time.
If you want to know more about the Canadians at Passendale: don’t be like me and watch the movie Passchendaele. It’s terrible (apart from maybe the opening scene).
Every time I visit that part I get the chills, no matter how beautiful the day is. It’s crazy to imagine the scars, pain, suffering and absolute void that was the Westhoek back then.
There are vew things that make me feel dread but the horrors of WO1 is definitely one of them.
My great grandfather fought in WOI for 4 years. Got hit by the mustard gas in his third year, was send to England to recover and was sent back to the trenches. All of his children either fought, died in camps, got shot / blown up or (one) collaborated with the Nazis.
My family was torn apart by the wars. Even though I was never physically there, the trauma of my (great) grand parents was pushed up to us.
These pictures send shivers down my spine. Thinking that my family risked their life to make that land green again…
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In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders 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 Flanders fields.
Nightmare fuel.
The landscape around there is still dotted with craters from that time.
If you want to know more about the Canadians at Passendale: don’t be like me and watch the movie Passchendaele. It’s terrible (apart from maybe the opening scene).
Every time I visit that part I get the chills, no matter how beautiful the day is. It’s crazy to imagine the scars, pain, suffering and absolute void that was the Westhoek back then.
There are vew things that make me feel dread but the horrors of WO1 is definitely one of them.
My great grandfather fought in WOI for 4 years. Got hit by the mustard gas in his third year, was send to England to recover and was sent back to the trenches. All of his children either fought, died in camps, got shot / blown up or (one) collaborated with the Nazis.
My family was torn apart by the wars. Even though I was never physically there, the trauma of my (great) grand parents was pushed up to us.
These pictures send shivers down my spine. Thinking that my family risked their life to make that land green again…
Lest not forget.