So soon it is Anzac day which is a big deal in New Zealand and Australia, its a day of commemoration and solidarity to honor those who fought in WWI. I think WWII sort of overshadows WWI in a way, i mean, don’t get me wrong, WWII was horrendously savage, unthinkable glory, bravery and heroism of course but these stories of WWI are just, something else. Someone expressed to me the other day that their great great Grandfather fought in the war and that somehow, down the grape vine he had heard the stories of a certain march. He had told me that due to the rain and mush, the long fields that the allies had to track across to reach the enemy had become a death trap, like a quick-sand sort of thing. This wasn’t helped by the weight of their uniforms and weapons, causing some of them in the rush, to become stuck and slowly sink causing horrible deaths. The most haunting being that after most of them made it across, and been in a 3-day firefight and forced to retreat back to their previous area could see men, sunk up to their lips, still alive, gone insane.
That story really stays with me, the horror, its unimaginable. To donate to the RSA to help those brave men and woman fighting now and those who still need help from fighting in the past, click the attached photo, or purchase a poppy to show your support.
I promise not all posts will be this depressing, just thought it was fitting due to ANZAC day being so close.
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