Thanks. I was drawn into the Somme from the book, Birdsong, by Faulks.
I have read Tuchman, but not that one - A Distant Mirror.
I always find it hard to read how people wrote (meaningfully) and then were killed. I should be used to it, but it still gets me.
Hamburgboy, strong photo, and it's only a photo of the end matters. The end or the visualization of anguish..
I know I am just an observer.
Last time I was in LA, a year ago, I visited my father's and mother's grave in the west los angeles VA cemetery just before I caught the plane back here to New Mexico. I took photos, but haven't managed to get them into my computer. That whole trip is a nugget still in my camera, or I hope it is.
On the cemetery, I used to work across the street - my lab faced the cemetery at a time when ceremonies with taps were way too numerous. I could hear the taps through my lab windows.
I should add that my uncle Charlie forever after suffered from his mustard gassing. But I don't know where he fought, and none of the family left now does either. Do any of you know if WWI US records are traceable?