Summary
This Wednesday marks the 90th anniversary of the day Germany invaded Belgium, sparking the First World War. Travel Editor PAUL COLE visits the killing fields of Flanders.
GAS! Gas! Quick, boys! An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling And floundering like a man in fire or lime.See the full content of this document
Extract
The Mag: Holidays: The Killing Fields
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ...See the full content of this document
Sponsored links
