tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827737455192107295.post2160137820908429391..comments2024-03-28T21:58:56.058-05:00Comments on By Other Means: One Hundred Years Ago, the Guns StoppedOdysseushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16710666926746925370noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827737455192107295.post-89048123097322950352018-11-11T23:06:22.988-06:002018-11-11T23:06:22.988-06:00Sic transit gloria mundi, my friend and I suppose ...Sic transit gloria mundi, my friend and I suppose so also the horrors. I just wish the hard won wisdoms weren't lost as quickly.Odysseushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16710666926746925370noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6827737455192107295.post-34372909226635237712018-11-11T16:43:36.709-06:002018-11-11T16:43:36.709-06:00There is a marker outside a place the Tommy's ...There is a marker outside a place the Tommy's called "Wipers" (Yeppre). It simply says. "Three hundred thousand men with no known grave" The tourist do't stop much anymore. Each night a local firefighter plays "The Last Post." and go's home. But now even the great grandchildren of WW1 are fading away. I wonder how much longer until even the Europeans forget?---RayAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com