And they said it's a "personal" wasteland.


On Friday, July 10, 2015, Chanan Mittal <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
What is that sound high in the air
Murmur of maternal lamentation
Who are those hooded hordes swarming
Over endless plains, stumbling in cracked earth
Ringed by the flat horizon only
What is the city over the mountains
Cracks and reforms and bursts in the violet air
Falling towers
Jerusalem Athens Alexandria
Vienna London

A woman drew her long black hair out tight
And fiddled whisper music on those strings
And bats with baby faces in the violet light
Whistled, and beat their wings
And crawled head downward down a blackened wall
And upside down in air were towers
Tolling reminiscent bells, that kept the hours
And 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.”