Today Frank Woodruff Buckles died at the age of 110. He was the last United States veteren of WWI.
each second seemed an hour, each minute an eternity
he did not see combat but he was over there and survived. And then he was in the Philippines in WWII, a civilian POW, and survived.
Footfalls echo in the memory/Down the passage we did not take
I have no right to this history–and I, with a bit of shame, was thinking today, of how all my obsession with WWI is like looking into a distorted mirror. And really, what truth can be found in that sort of reflection?
Just unhurried ghosts are there
Hanging in the wire
I read about this old man, who I never met, will never meet, did not know of, only now I know that he died. I have no right to his history but I miss it. I never even knew it existed and now it has passed.
until that day no man had, during those many months since the first battles, stood on that same ground in daylight and lived
all time is unredeemable
quotes are by T. S. Eliot, PJ Harvey, Private E. N. Gladden