One of my great great uncles was saved by a German pilot who was supposed to be an enemy.
Many soldiers on both sides didn't want a war waged by a few men driven by greed or conquest. In fact many Soldiers often deliberately missed their
target to spare the lives of those in the line of sight.
Millions died because a few men wanted to become Machiavelli and that angers me. But when my Grandmother told me the story of the German pilot I got a
feeling of hope; a feeling that things can change.
I recently worked on a job where we had to analyse a particularly bad bit of building. Eventually, after studying maps from different eras, we
realised the work had been done around the time of The Great War. And it appeared to have been done by very angry and resentful teenagers. Boys doing
the men's work.
Looking on the bright side I wouldn't be here if my grandfather hadn't been gassed and met a nurse. A nurse who'd lost all her brothers in acts of
Because I puzzled and puzzled over how it could have been built the way it was. Then inspiration struck when I remembered working with a man who was
intensely angry. At the end of the day his anger was visible in the way he laid the stones. The stones in the job I worked on were laid in a similar
way. It was reasonably strong but disordered. Possibly it was a conscious decision to do an ugly job as a way of expressing their feelings. Rural
society was fractured by that war. Some would say deliberately.
I looked for figures on farm workers going to war but it seems to have been a very divisive issue.
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