“Just over the ridge,” they said.
So we went.
Bayonets fixed and a feeling of dread as fast as we can we cover the ground Rifles and cannon ripping the field and smearing us red. Another skirmish in nameless terrain- so very important to winning the war- but nameless corpses mark a small triumph bought with their pain. Just over the ridge... Not many came back. Red poppies now flourish as memories fade where courage and terror stalked through the corn. Respect for the fallen of countless ridges where still bones are laid. Remembrance matters. Until peace heals. (For Remembrance Day 11th November 2022 (c) Richard Starling)