THE COMRADESHIP OF DEATH. REMEMBER THE FALLEN
We have a busy day tomorrow, so I’m posting this story today, to mark the 87 th anniversary of the end of the First World War, which ended at 11a.m. on the 11 th of November 1918. THE COMRADESHIP OF DEATH It was a curse, yet a blessing that the torrential Flanders rain had ceased some weeks before, and the heavy clay had dried to the consistency of weak concrete under the hot sun. It was a curse in that the shell had struck the hard clay and exploded with full force: riddling him with splinters,... Sign in to see full entry.