Page 17 - Walking Back Through Time

So the war was really over, like a new gift of life, No more waterlogged trenches amid winter strife. Thank God for an end to those dreadful 4 years,
No one else will die now, no more burials and tears.
But that's little comfort to the young men who fell, Sent from many nations to this place deemed hell. They'll never know this euphoria, for they are all gone, Rotting in foreign battlefields a long way from home.
Amiens is the last outpost of my Great War journey, and as Great Brit- ain's HQ, would have seen many troops arrive here from the Channel ports of Normandy. As I leave the battle zones behind on my quest to reach Nantes, I know there will be many reminders ahead of a world at war a century ago.
My journey drifts on by the river and after collecting a few groceries I continue along a minor road, and later pitch camp at the next small com- munity I come to. Settling for the night beside a small stream I manage a few hours of quality sleep despite the furore of squabbling ducks.