dunchues (22/01/2009) As you travel between them you will be amazed at the number of War Cemeteries, all unbelievably well kept by the War graves Commission and somehow dont they feel morbid at all, any and all are worth stopping off for a few mins and thinking. +1 from me. You’ll generally find a visitors book and a small pamphlet of info about the battle that left those poor bodies behind, and sometimes a story about one or more of the people who were killed. To me, it’s a lot easier and more moving to try to get to grips with it all in a small cemetary with a couple of dozen graves, than in one of the big ones with rows and rows of graves where you just don’t know where to start looking at them or thinking about it.
X9 250. Central/SE London.
Yeah the smaller ones are somehow easier on the senses. Its worth standing on Thiepval Ridge and looking out, you can almost see the line of advance marked in small cemeteries. When you go into them, out of for instance 60 graves at least half will be Old Pals regiments which were made up of blokes from the same town, maybe the same factory or office. Lived together all their lives and died in the same advance. I have a book called Covenant With Death somewhere, its fact based fiction and about one such regiment and if you can find it its worth a read, then visit the area.
Its hard to imagine the scale of sacrifice, even standing there looking out I at least cant get a grip on the numbers, but can you imagine what it must have done to small English towns to see a generation disappear? After the first Somme battle the Pals regiments were assimilated into others and the experiment stopped, of course it doesnt change the numbers of fallen on all sides though.
You see a lot of headstones marked simply A Soldier Of The Great War, it is not even known whether he was Us or Them, depending on your viewpoint, which I found hugely sad at first , not because of country of origin but it seems so hard on someone so far from home and no one will ever know who you are, but somehow the guys lying there just seem like old soldiers together, without rank or race, in lovely French countryside, which of course is exactly what they are, and for me every single one of them is a hero worth two of me.
The very last thing I am is sentimental or in any way spiritual, I am pretty selfish really, but it is humbling to visit this area, even for a short time, and try to imagine a part of what it must have been like. Its an easy weekend away from London and while it may not be a lifechanging experience for most, it will, I believe, stimulate the senses of any human being. Check it out, and poppies will always make you a bit sad and you will have a new understanding of LEST WE FORGET.
BTW; thanks for making me remember too, I am driving a van back to UK from Spain this weekend, and will stop for an hour in Albert and sit with a generation I respect. .