As I've said in other posts, I had a teacher who fought at the Somme. His experiences taught me there was no glory in the slaughter, only in the courage and endurance of the men - they truly were a 'golden generation'.
He comes to mind far more often than just July 1st. but, particularly today, he and his mates crowd my mind.
...and a reminder that the soldiers were not the only ones to suffer because of that day. The lives of many women were destroyed too...
Time Does Not Bring Relief
by Edna St Vincent Millay
Time does not bring relief; you have all lied
Who told me time would ease me of my pain!
I miss him in the weeping of the rain;
I want him in the shrinking of the tide;
The old snows melt from every mountain-side;
And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane;
But last year's bitter loving must remain
Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide.
There are a hundred places where I fear
To go - so with his memory they brim.
And entering with relief some quiet place
Where never fell his foot or shone his face
I say, "There is no memory of him here!"
And so stand stricken, so remembering him.