WW1 Pictures and stories.

[Dalia]

Bonsoir, this thread is for the memory of the First World War

A US soldier of the First World War in 1918

A "doughboys" is call like that in France

 

[IsaacNewton]

Casualties | WW1 Facts

Losses by nation in WW1. No pics!

 

[The Great Goose]

very German isn't he?

 

[The Great Goose]

Casualties | WW1 Facts

Losses by nation in WW1. No pics!

That's when European's died out. That was the defining event.

 

[Dalia]

very German isn't he?

No, American

Doughboy - Wikipedia

 

[Dalia]

Vimy Ridge is forested today, every tree was planted by a Canadian

and symbolizes the sacrifice of a soldier.

Sacrifices made by more than 66 000 Canadians during the Great War and especially the victory by Canadian troops in conquering Vimy Ridge during the month of April 1917.





La Bataille de Vimy
peinture de Richard Jack - Musée canadien de la guerre

Link in French : Parc Mémorial Canadien de Vimy

In English :Articles | Encyclopédie du patrimoine culturel de l'Amérique française – histoire, culture, religion, héritage

Canadian National Vimy Memorial - Wikipedia

 

[IsaacNewton]

Dulce Et Decorum Est

Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of disappointed shells that dropped behind.

GAS! Gas! Quick, boys!-- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And floundering like a man in fire or lime.--
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.

In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.

If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
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.

- Wilfred Owen -

'Dulce et decorum est', 'it is sweet and honorable'. This was taken from the phrase 'Dulce et decorum est Pro patria mori', 'it is sweet and honorable to die for one's country'. Repeated in the last line of the poem.

 

[Dalia]

Belgian Infantry Carabiniers WW1

Infanterie Britannique