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Geghard Monastery was founded in the 4th century by Gregory the Illuminator. In the 9th century, Arab invaders destroyed the original complex. The main chapel standing today is 800-years-old and is a protected UNESCO world heritage site.

It is believed that the spear used to kill Jesus was stored here. In fact, the name Geghard means “spear” in Armenian.

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Armenia fucking rules

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Ivan Vasilievitch Boldirev (Иван Васильевич Болдырев) (1849/50 – 1898) - National Library of Russia, Saint-Petersburg, Russia, Public Domain, Don Cossack women wearing coubilyaks (кубиляках), traditional clothing worn for feasts, c. 1875-76.

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I should also add I was in the military museum in Rostov-on-Don last week and I asked for a ticket. She looked at my American passport, made a call and asked if I was allowed in, then she slid it back at me and said the museum is closed for good.

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Louis Raemaekers

“Is it you, mother?”

1916

“A corporal named Houston narrated that while he lay wounded on the ground, after the battle of Soissons, he saw a young English soldier lying near him, delirious. A German soldier gave the poor lad water from his flask. The young Englishman, his mind wandering, said, “Is it you, mother?” The German comprehended, and to maintain the illusion, caressed his face with a mother’s soft touch. The poor boy died shortly afterwards and the German soldier, on getting to his feet, was seen to be crying.”

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Serbian woman carrying the skull and bones of her son, a soldier killed on the Salonica front in 1916. The remains are adorned with marigold flowers.

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Colourized footage of combat at Verdun.

This footage really highlights the horrors of the conflict, such as the French solder nearly drowning in mud at 15 seconds, and what appears to be an ammunition dump, or a massive barrage of flares being launched at night, at 21 seconds.

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Greece 1951

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Armenians defending the city of Van during the beginning of the Armenian Genocide in 1915

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A Russian prisoner after the Battle of Kinburn, c.1855 (via Wikimedia Commons)

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Outlined in red: Sevastopol, Crimea during the Crimean War (1854-56), printed in "The Eastern War of 1853-1856″ by Lieutenant-General and and poet Modest Ivanovich Bogdanovich, published in 1876.

Богданович, Модест Иванович - Богданович, Модест Иванович "Восточная война 1853-1856 гг." : СПб.,Тип. Ф.Сущинского, 1876

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Rainbow by Russian painter  Nikolay Nikanorovich Dubovskoy (1859-1918)

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A 1916 Russian postcard, which roughly translates to: “Treatment of alcoholism by the latest method - horse sized doses of castor oil.” (via Wikimedia)

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A group of Russian peasants gathered around a man with a balalaika, c. 1875 (via Library of Congress)

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Armenian refugees on the cost near Novorossiysk, Russia (via Library of Congress)

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The Ottoman fleet getting fucked by the Holy League in 1571 during the Battle of Lepanto. (image: source)

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These images depict the massacre, looting, and burning of Phocaea in June 1914, committed by Ottoman irregular troops in one of the earliest stages of the Greek genocide. French eyewitness, Félix Sartiaux (1876-1934), gave refuge to hundreds of fleeing Greeks and published his testimony in Le Sac de Phocée: et L'expulsion des Grecs Ottomans d'Asie-Mineure en Juin 1914: “Just as our homes are being emptied of refugees from the previous night, they begin filling again with new arrivals who feel secure from the violence, only under our roof. Their lives have been saved due to the sole fact that they abandoned everything and fled. The majority are wearing torn clothing, many of them are covered in blood. Due to the ferocity of the assault, they were not even able to take some bread with them for the road.  Wealthy notables from the region fled bare-footed, the bandits even taking their shoes. The children cry as they search for their parents. We don't reveal to a mother that her two children have been murdered. We find a newborn child on the street but we are unable to find its mother so we give it to another woman who is breastfeeding her own child. Women approach us in desperation and beg us to find their husbands or their fathers, or their daughters who were raped or abducted. The saddest moment is when we have to farewell our good old friends. Some embrace me in tears and offer me their eternal gratitude. Others are able to control their emotions and offer me both their hands, while their sweet eyes and timid gaze lock into my own gaze, and pierce the depth of my soul in a silent and final goodbye.“ --Via GreekGenocide.net