A photographer captured the physical differences among those who formed the Canadian Expeditionary Force. Boys under the age of 18 were allowed to serve in the Canadian Expeditionary Force if they had their parent's permission. Those that did not often lied about their age to enlist in the army.
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In the aftermath of a Luftwaffe air strike a British soldier lying on his back takes aim at a low flying German plane - Dunkirk, May/June 1940
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GRIM AFTERMATH OF A GAS ATTACK -- "WAR IS A BLACK HOLE TO AVOID."
PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on a. WWI-themed art piece titled "Dressing the Wounded During a Gas Attack," pastels on paper/artwork by English artist & occultist, Austin Osman Spare, c. 1919.
Resolution at 765x1023 & 715x960.
IMAGE OVERVIEW: "A wounded British infantryman has his left leg dressed by a man of the Royal Army Medical Corps. Both men wear gas masks as a gas attack is in progress. The wounded man sits beside a bomb damaged tree stump, the RAMC man sitting at his feet with his back to the viewer. The foreground is littered with medical kit, debris and the hand of a dead soldier encroaches into the composition. A shell violently explodes in the background."
-- IMPERIAL WAR MUSEUM (IWM Art Collection)
Sources: www.iwm.org.uk/collections/item/object/25090 & Pinterest.
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A British soldier receiving a welcome home kiss as he arrives from Dunkirk, May 1941.
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New Zealand Army soldiers of the Second New Zealand Expeditionary Force
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More silly from my expeditionary force au, through to the tether. I love when they are happy and nothing bad ever ever happens to them (horrible lie)
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I think I just saw your heart.
- I do not have a heart, Joe. None like you do, at any ra—
—but you have a tether, right? It keeps you connected through the layers of spacetime, or somethin'.
- I— Yes, I do have a tether. That is me, essentially, my structure aside. So I suppose it could be like a heart, kind of. Why do you bring it up?
I think I saw it. See it. Like a huge— like, HUGE line of light, from you, right there. It's kinda movin' around a little. There's stuff around it. Armour, maybe? Somethin' to protect it? It's pulsing, like a heartbeat.
- ... Yes. That cover helps keep the energy flowing in a coordinated line. It would not pulse, as you say, though I suppose to primitive mind like yours, there would not be much of a distinction.
Then I am seeing your heart, then?
- In... Essence, yes. Yes. You are.
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- ...
Aw, it's glowing blue, too.
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So... A while ago I created a fictional historical character mainly for the fun of his name - Jean Héras Lebol (which, in French, is nothing more than a pun: you pronounce it almost like "j'en ai ras-le-bol", which is an expression used to say you're fed up). And now he has completely consumed my mind and thoughts.
He's a French WWI infantry soldier who took part in the Great War from beginning to end.
Those are some drawings I made of him a while ago. Later I'll share more.
Additional info below the cut:
The scar on the right side of his face is the result of hand-to-hand combat in which a bayonet ripped through his cheek.
When someone talks to him, he often turns his face to the left side, not to hide the scar, but because his right ear is deaf. His partial deafness is due to the explosion of a shell very close to him during trench warfare.
He's now part of my sister's story "Fruits de Coincidence" (my sister kindly adopted him and gave him a family and two nephews and their friends to look after, namely Célestin and Freddy).
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