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@to-end-all-wars
Just letting anyone left know that this blog is mostly dead as I dont update it anymore.
Mostly due to a lack of interest in the early 20th century hobby stemming from the vast majority of my followers having some flavour of "Hunt-Civillians-for-Sport Ideology".
I will still be on tumblr just likely not here.
Sorry, the puttees stay on during trench suckington.
New illustration for the Armistice Day
all kawaii on the western front
the inherent eroticism of trench warfare
Amiens Cathedral photographed during World War I showing the walls lined with sandbags in order to protect the building from artillery. Taken in Amiens, France in 1918.
my mutuals
@fitz-higgins and @a-french-guardsman
My favourite moment in cinema history is when Peter O'Toole gets his new clothes in Lawrence of Arabia and starts prancing around all fruity and queer in the desert with his robes and new cape and then it cuts to Auda Abu Tayi frowning at him.
Paris' 2018 monument to the Parisians killed during the Great War comprises so many names that they get lost in the horizon line.
The years go up to 1921 for soldiers killed from diseases contracted during or because of the war.
It is 270 metres long and 1,3 metres wide, and comprises 94,000 names.
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"Who shall know how many times I have weeped
My generation; over your sacred passing."
- Guillaume Apollinaire, 1915
My favourite moment in cinema history is when Peter O'Toole gets his new clothes in Lawrence of Arabia and starts prancing around all fruity and queer in the desert with his robes and new cape and then it cuts to Auda Abu Tayi frowning at him.
Battle of Poelcappelle. Walking wounded coming down and reinforcements going up a duckboard trench near Langemarck (Langemark-Poelkapelle), 11 October 1917.
Had the great pleasure of visiting one of my favourite paintings by one of my favourite artists today.
I think this has been a great end to 6 months of backpacking around the world.
To everyone I met along the way, I hope you had as much fun as I did.
Ahmet Ali Çelikten
Arguably the first Black pilot in history, having earned his wings 2-3 years before the more widely known American Eugene Jaques Bullard.
Çelikten was an Ottoman of Nigerian descent and flew for the Ottoman Air Force for most of World War One.
Get Doxxed Mon Ami
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Doxxed
Okay so I left this a bit late but because I'm in NZ i didn't want to be wildly early and then procrastinated a bit, some of you who I know from TTrpg will have seen this image already but it is my favourite homecoming photo from the end of the war, a father and son celebrating as they ride together through their town, decorated for Christmas.
I imagine many other blogs similar to mine will have made posts lamenting the dead today, and while I share their respect for those who passed, I will be doing something slightly different.
I think that it is just as important to remember those that lived, those who returned to shattered countries, to families ruined by famine and disease, those who left a piece of themselves at the front, figuratively and literally.
Heres to honouring those that came home changed forever, those that never had a good night's sleep again, those that buried their friends at Verdun, the Somme, Passchendaele, Gallipoli, Caporetto, Galicia and Tannenburg.
Those who returned to countries that treated them as second class citizens, those who returned home to find the war still going in their little slice of the world, the ones who were lied to, the last ones left and the ones who wished they'd never come home at all.
We need not forget the ones who survived hell and were left to endure its memory to the end of their days.
I love you all, and though we'll never meet, you have my heart forever and always.
Rebloging this from last year.
