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... them at just about all French ceremonies - where in America we might do one wreath, here just about everbody gets in on the wreath laying!). It was very personal, and very moving. When two Scots fiddlers sang, along with the French school children, Hearts of Glory Stan and I were definitely in tears.
Sing Hearts of Glory
Down and sunset
Hearts of Glory
Least we forget
Young Scottish soldiers
And soldiers unknown
... up with her as she drove ahead of us to the Memorial.
Unfortunately the school was closed and this is where the Franco-Australian museum is situated so we visited the memorial and also that of Le Hamel.
VB is a huge memorial with thousands of names of soldiers whose bodies have never been found. Apparently if their bones are located and proven by DNA then their name is erased and they are buried. From the top ...
... among the graves.
Dernacourt, Jeancourt, Grevilles. Each cemetery has its own register, for those buried and those whose names are inscribed on the memorial. We recorded our visit and the soldier searched for on Lyn's behalf. Initially I was doing a friend a favour and out of curiosity, but it soon became personal to locate each and every one.
... not working). Once off the motorway we were surrounded by lush farmland. We wandered aimlessly for over an hour trying to locate an information office - we did discover a few things while doing this though including a few streets with a direct link to NZ. The walls surrounding the town are very tall and appear robust. We can see how Kiwi ingenuity really was applied to rescue this town in WW1. Check out Le Quesnoy on google if you want to know the kiwi connection - ...
... the types of trenches from which he would have fought. The memorial was a sombre reminder of how much our grandparents and great-grandparents sacrificed, and how many were just teenagers when they fought. We had a few hours to spend in Arras (near the Belgian border) before catching the train back to Paris, so we took a tour around their underground tunnels (also used in WWI) ...