We are staying very close to the Canadian memorial at Beaumont-Hammel - its a fantastic memorial, they have preserved a lot of the trenches and have marked out where the german front line was, you can literally stand in the trench and look over no mans land to the german front line. Its absolutely freezing, its foggy and misty and eerie and damp and muddy. You can imagine how scared some of the young boys were in those trenches. you can see the mortar holes all around the trenches. its bleak and frightening and really very sobering. its the first place that the closeness of the two front lines in this area was brought home to me.
After beaumont-Hammel we visited the British monument to the lost soldiers of the Somme. Its a magnificent and imposing monument and its very sad seeing the number of graves for people who were missing and not found. It is located in a hauntingly beautiful grove of trees in Thiepval, its hard to imagine that it was the scene of such a disastrous loss of young life. Just down the road is the Ulster Tower - a memorial to the Northern Irish troops. Anywhere else it would look like a fairy tale castle, here amongst the mud and the mist its a much more sobering experience.
Today we went to Fromelles to visit the Australian memorial there which was built to commemorate the 250 bodies found at Pheasant Wood this century. A huge amount of work has been done to identify as many of the soldiers as possible and it is an absolute credit to those involved. Reading the heartbreaking personal comments on the headstones by family members demonstrates how much the identification of their previously loved ones means to them. This is probably the place where the toll of the devastation finally hit me. It seemed more personal, and all the dates of death were the same 2 days. I found a gravestone for a young man who had come from Colebrook a town not to far away from where I live, chances are I know one of his ancestors. But the last straw for me as I walked around the site holding my little 8 year old angel's hand was seeing a headstone for a 16 year old. I just lost it and burt into tears at the waste and the pain that must have been felt by that mother and the hope that she was still alive to see him laid to rest properly.
We walked to the area marked as Pheasant Wood, the mud was thick and it was wet and slippery and desolate. The wood itself though was incongruously beautiful with its Autumn colours on full display. Al around the outskirts of the town the wild red poppies are in bloom, growing through the cracks just as the famous poem suggest. Its hard to believe such horror took place here.
In Fromelles the school has an Australian flavour, its named Cobbers, and its emblem is a kangaroo with a kangaroo weather vane - its a nice touch.
This has been a wonderfully moving experience and I am so glad we did it. I knew from visiting Normandy a few years ago that it would be moving but I wasnt expecting the surge of national pride I felt so far from home. Nothing however, has been able to shake the anger and overwhelming sadness at the futility of war and the huge cost so many countries and families paid in a war that decimated a whole generation across a dozen nations.
If you are ever in France and have a spare few days, do come here and visit these sights its an experience that will stay with you a long time. Perhaps if enough of us experience this, we can help prevent further wars.
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| a trench at Beauont-Hammel |
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| from the trench looking over no mans land to the german front line |
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| the Caribou - Canadian monument |
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| British monument at Thiepval |
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| Thiepval |
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| the Ulster Tower |
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| the beautiful church at Albert |
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| Fromelles |
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| the kids laying a poppy on behalf of their pop at Fromelles |
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my angels
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| a wall decoration next to the school at Fromelles with drawings of Australia by local kids |
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| the mud looking toward Pheasant Wood |
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| the school with the Kangaroo weather vane |