The cross of sacrifice. Erected on the remains of the fortified blockhouse.
I did say in my introduction to my WW1 section that this is about now, my feelings, what is there now. It is not an historical account.
My feelings were one of humble gratitude and thanks.
Nothing can prepare me for Tyne Cot, nothing
should prepare me.
I can stand in respectful awe at Thiepval and with solemnity look at the 72,000 names to the missing inscribed there. I could walk under the Menin gate with it's 42,000 names inscribed. Nothing affected my senses more than looking
at nearly 12,000 headstones.
Nothing for me could visualise the scale of loss more. Nothing, for me, could invoke feelings of so much gratitude for the sacrifice given by all those fallen, or to close my eyes and give my grateful thanks that I was born
in an age when I and any of my living family were spared the horror of that war.