Once upon a time, for seven years of our homeschool journey, our family travelled on the regular. During this Remembrance season, I share our experience into world war sites.
There’s nothing like a developing world experience, a dose of traveler’s diarrhea, malaria, a military coup an hour away, airport scanning for Ebola, and visiting World War 1 sites to wake me up to the potential harshness of this world.
But this is the season to remember. And in remembering the hard things of life, we more sweetly appreciate the joys.
There’s been debate as to whether we should continue to mark this day with holiday status. There has been diminished interest in youth in marking this day at all. My history-impassioned husband shared these thoughts on the significance of remembering world war history.
So when we arrived in Amsterdam after our Western African trip, we triple-trained it from Amsterdam to Rotterdam, to Brussels, then to Bruges for a guided day trip.
We were picked up the next morning by a tour guide and drove forty five minutes to the countryside beyond Ypres.
Our first stop was Lange Mark.
A mass cemetery of 27,000 ‘kindermorten’…fifteen to eighteen year old German boys, were an easy target for the Boer War-seasoned British military veterans. 44,000 Germans were buried there.
Adolph Hitler was one of these teenagers, though he was injured and not killed. These teenagers died for reasons that weren’t well understood in a military strategist’s eyes. The battle continued for years on this flat land.
This location would also set the scene for a return battle in World War 2 as Adolph Hitler believed it imperative that he conquer Ypres.
Names of those buried in this grave…
Each of these grave markers have seven men buried, one on top of another.
Our next stop was to St. Juliaan where we visited the Brooding Soldier monument acknowledging the second Battle of Ypres.
Four years and four battles in this area. In the second battle, tanks of chemical warfare were sent with the westerly wind toward the Allies. That backfired. The wind changed direction and that mustard gas killed many Germans.
On this site today, the soil, stones, gravel, and trees were contributed by the Canadian government. On a stone monument, a Canadian guest visitation book awaited Canadian names and hometowns.
Madelyn pored over a laminated letter written by a fellow Canadian to a grandfather memorialized at this site.
“Sad, very sad, so sad.” We’d hear her repeat this every time we stopped at another location. I even heard muttered from the eleven year old, “May you rest in peace.”
There wasn’t much distance between the different locations of battles in this area, because though the battles were discussed in separate accounts, even sometimes with separate books, the locations were actually very close, sometimes only a few miles apart, so I didn’t have much time.
We stopped at the largest British military cemetery on European mainland, the Tyne Cot cemetery. A soft, young female voice read the names of the military personnel buried at this site, photos flashing as Zach watched mesmerized.
Thirty five thousand MIA soldier’s names were engraved on the surrounding walls.
There were many soldiers named too. King George of England acknowledged each of them.
Touching letters from wife to husband were maintained for our viewing. I can only imagine…
And the letters she would receive would break her heart…
This private was buried by his fellow soldiers in September 1917, believed to be dead. His friends unburied him because they didn’t believe he was dead. He wasn’t.
But on the ninth of October he would die as he came out of the trenches to use the latrine.
Being sent a letter of your son’s death in war must have been heartbreaking…
I found this story especially interesting, as the fellow’s last name is one of my family names.
Interesting to me is the resemblance of the young man to a cousin of mine.
A melted gas mask…
Summer of 1917 was known as the Big Push. Not much had happened for a year: Germans sat on one side and the Allies on the other. Attempts at taking Ypres failed. The Third Battle of Ypres, known as Passchendaele, with its flooded field of clay muck, would be the hardest won.
Here it is in present day, a recently harvested canola field.