In between the shelves and stacks of books, shoved against a faded brown wall, I saw a couple of bins of old photographs. I'm fascinated by those old black and white shots. They carry an innate power that transcends the decades, as though the people and places still exist in some other realm. I flipped through one bin, stopping occasionally to examine a face or a building. Then I noticed that the other bin held some panoramic photos. The long kind, taken with a special camera. I took more time to look at these.
That's when the line of doughboys stopped me, held my attention. Here was a picture of a company of American soldiers about to embark for Europe and the bloodletting of World War One. The date on the photo was August 18, 1917. America was entering the war, about a year before it ended. I bought it.
When I got home, I framed the picture. It hangs on the wall in my office, where it's been for the past 15 or 20 years. I remember the date. It's today. A special day for me. Today the picture carries more meaning than ever, because I have just finished reading a new history of WWI. "To End All Wars" by Adam Hochschild. Powerful stuff, beautifully written, important.
One of the poets to write of the War was Siegfried Sassoon, who served valiantly in the British army. Here is the final stanza of his poem "The Troops":
"...And through some mooned Valhalla there will pass
Battalions and battalions, scarred from hell;
The unreturning army that was youth;
The legions who have suffered and are dust."
And I wonder how many of those beautiful young men from Company A, 1st NY Infantry, at Utica, NY, all smartly uniformed and fit and ready to fight, I wonder just how many came home, sound of body and mind. That company of men all in a row on that special day. August 18. My birthday.
I agree. Black and white photos are wonderfully rich with detail.
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Gerry, your story paints a poignant picture! Happy Birthday.
ReplyDeleteGerry,
ReplyDeleteA piece of history. A birthday. Concentric stories.
Janet
Very moving post, Ger. Odd how The War to End All Wars seems to be the most forgotten. Far more seems to have been written about America's other wars. Yet the Great War certainly had the writers: Sassoon, Hemingway and Wilfred Owen -- whose famous anti-war poem still disturbs:
ReplyDelete"Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
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 ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est
Pro patria mori."
Gerry -- That's an amazing picture! Enjoyed your post.
ReplyDeleteAll too similar to today's happenings. I was on Ft. Myer, outside DC, today and witnessed the end of a soldier's funeral. 21 gun salute and all. When will these tragedies cease?
ReplyDeleteRoughly translated: "It is sweet and fitting to die for one's country." It might be noble, but Horace was wrong. Happy B-day my friend. "It is sweet and fitting that one such as you should live do long." --Fleming, from a line from Horace's Odes
ReplyDelete"so long, so long" not do long...so sorry ;-)
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