
The National World War I Museum
It was the uncertainty – not knowing what was just ahead of me in the dim light. The next flash of light gave me just enough time to make out a trio of silhouettes and the body of a horse lying in the mud.
It was the uncertainty – not knowing what was just ahead of me in the dim light. The next flash of light gave me just enough time to make out a trio of silhouettes and the body of a horse lying in the mud.
His face is eager, waiting for my report. No sign of hope or despair, just the muck on his cheeks, skin clinging to the sharp bones right below the dark bags. Continue reading “From the Trench”
leading to nowhere, linking one corpse to another, sinking into muck, lost and forgotten, peeking through the surface, rotting away, leaving only slivers behind. No longer raised high, providing safe passage… Cluttering the ground, tripping men in their tracks, all sense of purpose gone. Once a means forward, pushing higher ground, a path to victory, just beyond the next trench… That promise shattered, shrapnel scattered … Continue reading Broken Bridges…