Silence Falls The echoes die,the smoke-clouds thin and pass,The cannons are, like statues, dumb and cold:Silent the crosses wait, and in the grassThe spent shells gleam like gold.All spent he lay and dreamed till the moment came:Now, waking with a cry, he looks, all wonderTo see the empty sky hurl down no flame:To hear no … More Soft, Shining Peace
At dawn of April 25, 1918 three years after the landing at Gallipoli, the Australian Imperial Force broken through the German entrenchment at Villers-Bretonneux in northern France.By the next day the town was secured creating a new front line to the east. The town did not fall into enemy hands for the rest of WWI, … More Forever Young
ANZAC Day 2016 100 years ago, in the carnage of the Somme battlefield, Bois Grenier, Northern France, my great uncle Rudolph Schulstad wrote in his diary ….. “Commencing at 7.30 until 9.35 pm yesterday, we were under a terrific bombardment, the enemy sending on one sector about 8,000 shells varying from 6 inch to 9.2 inch. One came … More For the Fallen
Dawn – Anzac Day 2015. When I was preparing the post on the Somme Battlefield a few days ago, I felt that it would be important on Anzac Day to be in a special place at dawn … Somewhere alone, and with time to watch the coming of the new day and reflect on the … More And in the Morning ….
As you stand in the Tower of the Australian National War Memorial at Villers–Bretonneux in Northern France, and gaze out over the wide rolling green and yellow fields of the Somme, it is difficult to picture in your mind how this landscape appeared to the soldiers who fought here in 1918. Only fading black and white … More Requiem for the Unknown
Today marks the centenary of the commencement of WW1. These images are from my day on the Somme Battlefields, France in May 2013.“I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow. I see how peoples are … More Forever Young
Villers-Bretonneux Poziers Le Hamel Theapval Will they never fade or pass! The mud, and the misty figures endlessly coming in through the foul morass, And the grey flood-water ripping the reeds and grass, And the steel wings drumming. The hills are bright in the sun: There’s nothing changed or marred in the well-known places; … More The Somme Battlefield