A misty, cool morning
to visit one of the most terrifying things man has made.
The Thiepval Memorial.
At 11-11-11, a memorial service with all sorts and conditions of people.
The names' contemporaries were the old people of my childhood. It is good to know they are
Every one of the dead is named. And each had a trio of unnamed companions- one totally crippled, one only somewhat injured for life, and a widow or orphan. So it is worse than just epitaphs.
No more mass graves this trip.