sherstons:

"Graves, who was if possible even more tactless than Sassoon," is hands down the best line Jean Moorcroft Wilson wrote in her biographies

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demons:

New Zealanders return to Gallipoli by picket boat after a rest in Lemnos. Returning from leave was always the occasion for depression.

demons:

New Zealanders return to Gallipoli by picket boat after a rest in Lemnos. Returning from leave was always the occasion for depression.

(Source: iwm.org.uk, via a-straitjacket-named-desire)

kitharingtonworld:

Kit Harington in Testament of Youth (2015) - article

kitharingtonworld:

Kit Harington in Testament of Youth (2015) - article

ohheyharrypotter:

So 173 British WWI soldiers walk into a bar and the bartender says “What’ll have?” And the one soldier says, “Anything but trench foot.” @acetylkevin #mancrushmonday #wwi #british #britishsoldier #173

ohheyharrypotter:

So 173 British WWI soldiers walk into a bar and the bartender says “What’ll have?” And the one soldier says, “Anything but trench foot.” @acetylkevin #mancrushmonday #wwi #british #britishsoldier #173


"There for the first time I realized what the World War meant. Instead of new uniforms and brass bands, I saw only the result of four years’ desperate struggle; men without arms and legs, men who were paralyzed and men who were blind…"
- Amelia Earhart

"There for the first time I realized what the World War meant. Instead of new uniforms and brass bands, I saw only the result of four years’ desperate struggle; men without arms and legs, men who were paralyzed and men who were blind…"

- Amelia Earhart

(Source: letter1418)

scrapironflotilla:

Canadians and puppies born in the trenches during shellfire.

scrapironflotilla:

Canadians and puppies born in the trenches during shellfire.

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letter1418:


Dear Uncle Clarence
You will not have believed that your brother, my father, never knew where you died nor where you are buried, but I do. 82 years to the day after you were killed in the battle for Rifle Wood, near Domart-sur-la-Luce, I visited the battlefield. I stood where you stood before the signal to advance was given; I walked up the hill where you walked into never-ending machine-gun fire, and I went into the wood where you were shot through the forehead and buried there by one of your chums of the Queen’s Own Oxfordshire Hussars. I wish I could find out where exactly you lie, but digging in the wood is forbidden. Better perhaps that you remain there in peace. I am the first member of your family ever to go there. But I do have your watch and a few items from your wallet, removed from your body before you were interred for evermore in the place where you fought so bravely. They will be kept by your descendants. I would love you to have known that now there is a memorial with your name and those of all your friends who were killed in that battle, as well as to the men of the other regiments who lost their lives there. It is very close to Rifle Wood and we and the local French people have occasional commemorations there. Rest in peace. Peter

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letter1418:

Dear Uncle Clarence

You will not have believed that your brother, my father, never knew where you died nor where you are buried, but I do. 82 years to the day after you were killed in the battle for Rifle Wood, near Domart-sur-la-Luce, I visited the battlefield. I stood where you stood before the signal to advance was given; I walked up the hill where you walked into never-ending machine-gun fire, and I went into the wood where you were shot through the forehead and buried there by one of your chums of the Queen’s Own Oxfordshire Hussars. I wish I could find out where exactly you lie, but digging in the wood is forbidden. Better perhaps that you remain there in peace. I am the first member of your family ever to go there. But I do have your watch and a few items from your wallet, removed from your body before you were interred for evermore in the place where you fought so bravely. They will be kept by your descendants. I would love you to have known that now there is a memorial with your name and those of all your friends who were killed in that battle, as well as to the men of the other regiments who lost their lives there. It is very close to Rifle Wood and we and the local French people have occasional commemorations there. Rest in peace. Peter

Anonymous Letter to an Unknown Soldier | Share Yours

Tagged: photos from then, .
outward-signs:

WWI Cemetery in Flanders. [X]

outward-signs:

WWI Cemetery in Flanders. [X]

Tagged: photos from now, .

You are too young to fall asleep for ever;
And when you sleep you remind me of the dead.

Siegfried Sassoon The War Poems (via sempiternale)

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siegfriedlorainesassoon:

knightsofsummer:

Yes, but will it be appropriately judgy and full of dry smarm. 

That’s what I want to know.

SMARM? Smarm please. Liberally spread amongst my favourite love triangle.

I don’t ?? know ?? what to feel ?? about this ??

Looks like it’s going to be a docu-drama using archival footage as well as dramatisations:

Starring John Hurt, The Pity of War: The Lives and Loves of the War Poets […] provides an intimate and revealing account of the relationships between Siegfried Sassoon, Wilfred Owen and Robert Graves, men who chartered their experiences of World War One with such power, beauty and brutal honesty that their words went on to define a generation.  

Played in his later years by John Hurt, Siegfried Sassoon reflects on his life and these key relationships. […] The film also draws on a selection of key poems, letters, diaries and other written accounts to bring to life Sassoon’s recollections, as well as his contemporaneous accounts during the war.  With a tapestry of archive, imagery, actors in dramatic sequences, the film is a vivid and moving portrait of the young men behind the most powerful poetry of the last century and how their lives touched one another’s. [x]
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