And they said it's a "personal" wasteland.
What is that sound high in the airMurmur of maternal lamentationWho are those hooded hordes swarmingOver endless plains, stumbling in cracked earthRinged by the flat horizon onlyWhat is the city over the mountainsCracks and reforms and bursts in the violet airFalling towersJerusalem Athens AlexandriaVienna LondonUnrealA woman drew her long black hair out tightAnd fiddled whisper music on those stringsAnd bats with baby faces in the violet lightWhistled, and beat their wingsAnd crawled head downward down a blackened wallAnd upside down in air were towersTolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hoursAnd voices singing out of empty cisterns and exhausted wells.
On Friday, July 10, 2015, David Boyd <[log in to unmask]');" target="_blank">[log in to unmask]> wrote:please refer to my recently-forwarded post re this topic. I should have mentioned that things got worse for that particular wife - further research re casualty records etc revealed that another of her brothers was killed a year or so later, so two young men from the same family were wiped-out - doubtless not uncommon then, but almost inconceivable now.On 10 July 2015 at 04:38, P <[log in to unmask]> wrote:There’s a new archive available telling the stories of families who went through World War I. “The Army Children of the First World War project was set up as a digital archive to tell the stories of ordinary people who lived through the 1914-1918 conflict. The aim was to inspire both young and old to connect with the events of a century ago. Those behind the site have stuck to their promise of uploading a new image every week and few months on the website is packed with images and postcards written by soldiers on the frontline and sent back to loved ones in Leeds.”