In 1914 they came from the hamlets and the villages and the towns and the cities.
They came from the hills and the mountains and the valleys.
Farmers and miners.
Teachers and doctors.
White, Brown and Black.
They marched away from Home with smiles on their faces.
They knew they would be Home again soon.
Today it is exactly 100 years since the guns fell silent ending World War One.
The emotional, spiritual, pyschic and cultural cost of such a war is beyond all human calculation.
A cataclysm shattering hearts and minds.
Shattering philosophies and faiths.
Shattering nations and societies.
Shattering hopes and dreams.
Shattering comfortable certainties..
The toll in terms of deaths and casualties we can, in awe, to some extent number.
From Australia : Lieutenant Joseph Balfe from Brunswick aged 25 and more than 62, 000 of his comrades.
From Canada : Private Percy Bark aged 18 and…
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Sadly I’ve heard it all before.
Even sadlier, I’ll hear it all again …
Stunningly beautifully written. Thanks