Cold are the stones That build the walls of Troy, Cold are the bones Of the dead Greek boy Who for some vague thought Of honor fell, Nor why he fought Could clearly tell. Virgil
Troy ca.1200 BC, The Death of Hector, 2005
I remember drawing, as a child, a story my grandparents told me while vacationing with them on their farm in Western Flanders, not far from the battlefields of Ypres and Passchendaele. During World War II a bomb had fallen on the barn where they stabled their draft horse. The bomb failed to explode, but the image captivated me. I drew it as my child’s mind saw it: the falling bomb hesitating just above the barn, the unsuspecting horse inside, the roof already blasted. Bart Michiels
Ypres 1915, Hill 60, 2001
Passchendaele 1917, Tyne Cot I, 2005
Passchendaele 1917, Ravebeek, 2005
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Passchendaele 1917, Peter Pan, 2005