Another day done, another blog. But I did blog a prayer earlier in the day - a prayer written and prayed towards the end of daylight, while we were chasing sunsets looking for good photographs.
Numbers wise, today has been just as cold as other days in the week, although it hasn't felt quite as cold - perhaps I am becoming climatised! At least not so cold after our first visit of the day - the Military 3 cemetery at Suzanne. Here it was absolutely bitter and raw. A military cemetery just outside the small village of Suzanne, higher up than most in the area, and quite exposed. Whilst the cold was biting, the sun was gloriously bright, and all around the freshly ploughed fields of the Somme, and in this area, each exposing the chalk marks where almost 100 years ago the trenches and dug-outs had been. This was so moving in itself.
But what made it even more so, was the fact that in this cemetery, 3 soldiers are buried who were "shot at dawn". No comments, no remarks, no mention of why, no family insciption, just their names, number and regiment.
There are so many questions to be answered. Why? Why? Why? Why, whichever way you look at it! My mind can't get itself around it. My two poems I have written so far are about this subject - a subject where no one comes out with any dignity, or honour, and where no-one's side is even attempted to be understood.
After a short drive we visited Dartmoor cemetery. Here there was a young VC buried, the oldest soldier to be killed in action buried, aged 68 years, and a father and son, buried side by side, killed in the same action, at the same time.
Following this, we went to Peronne, and then to Albert.
This was followed by chasing sunset pictures, and we managed to get some very good ones.
In the evening we took our hosts to Le Poppy, for a lovely meal.
As I write I am falling asleep.
So I will say goodnight.
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