No Man's Land

by Mooreeffoc April. 15, 2018 423 views

At dawn the ridge emerges massed and dun

In the wild purple of the glow'ring sun,

Smouldering through spouts of drifting smoke that shroud

The menacing scarred slope; and, one by one,

Tanks creep and topple forward to the wire.

The barrage roars and lifts. Then, clumsily bowed

With bombs and guns and shovels and battle-gear,

Men jostle and climb to, meet the bristling fire.

Lines of grey, muttering faces, masked with fear,

They leave their trenches, going over the top,

While time ticks blank and busy on their wrists,

And hope, with furtive eyes and grappling fists,

Flounders in mud. O Jesus, make it stop!

"Attack" by Siegfried Sassoon

Pictures taken during a WWI school trip to Ypres, Belgium.

The Trench of Death.

The Trench of Death.

Allied cemetery Tyne Cot. The amount of gravestones is unbelievable. And it's far from the only cemetery around Ypres.

Allied cemetery Tyne Cot. The amount of gravestones is unbelievable. And it's far from the only cemetery around Ypres.

A view many a soldier must have seen. A look-out over No Man's Land.

A view many a soldier must have seen. A look-out over No Man's Land.

The Cloth Hall at Ypres, wholly destroyed in the Great War. Now rebuilt and housing the impressive "In Flanders Fields" museum.

The Cloth Hall at Ypres, wholly destroyed in the Great War. Now rebuilt and housing the impressive "In Flanders Fields" museum.

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