Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by Susan Spaulding, who has taken over this great weekly prompt from my old friend Al Forbes.
This week’s fabulous photo of The Kelpies, near Falkirk in Central Scotland, comes courtesy of JS Brand.
My apologies, John, if my story, a rerun, is more influenced by today’s date than by your excellent photo.
I visited there in August this year, and they are staggeringly impressive.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in the picture (below).
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© JS Brand
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The Great Peace
The pain surprises me.
The rain falls steadily, but it is not the cause of the pain.
The wind blows briskly, but it is not the cause of the pain.
I look around the small cemetery, one out of around 940 in France and Belgium.
It is the cause of my pain.
It contains the graves of 1262 British, 4 Canadian and 29 German soldiers and airmen.
There is no segregation by rank or nationality, and each grave is immaculately tended.
They are arranged in chronological order of death.
Think about that, just for a moment.
The peace is in sharp contrast to those bloody days 100 years ago.
The days when this part of Northern France was the world’s battlefield, bringing men from all parts of the planet to die here.
The Great War.
I almost smile at the oxymoron.
But find I cannot.
Because of the tears in my eyes and the lump in my throat.
the great war they said
was the war to end all wars
flowers grow in tears
Sound Bite Fiction 
Each war is fought with the understanding that it will end…Then they are ready to fight another.
Touching realistic story.
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And they never do end, do they, Indira, they only develop better ways of killing.
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all modernization is about new weapons of killing .
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Repose en Paix 🙏
Émouvante ! Ton histoire.
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Merci, Corine
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Sad and lovely words, C. War is so cruel, to take so many young lives that might have given and enjoyed so much
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Thanks, Lynn.
I think the cruellest thing is that we don’t learn, the only thing that has changed is that women are now allowed to die in the front line too.
Progress, hmm?
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I doubt we’ll ever learn. We show no sign of doing so and we’ve been fighting each other for thousands of years.
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I can feel your pain. Those who gave their lives in the war will never return. Their graves only remind us of their sacrifice.
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Standing at the graves of men who died 100 years ago is strangley moving, sir. We must try to avoid any repeat of this folly.
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What a powerful and timely piece.
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Thanks, Neel
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A powerful and timely piece. Indeed, that war did not end all wars, as I suspect no war will ever be able to. Unless it ends all humanity in the process.
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All we can do, Joy, is remember the stupidity and futility of so many wars, and try to prevent recurrences.
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I wish that were so. And yet I wonder if every society over time has faced the same dilemma we do: the contradiction between valuing the sacrifices and honor of veterans and simultaneously arguing that the war they fought in was futile and should not be repeated.
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My family lost men in both so called world wars. Your story helped me recall them today. Thank y ou
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My pleasure, Michael
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No apology required CE; it’s a beautifully written piece. Anyway, I also went for a story suited to the date. On another day I’d probably have opted for anthropomorphic frippery or tried to step outside my comfort zone and write fantasy.
I think we must have been following you around. The photo was taken on 30 August.
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Thanks, John.
By the 30th I was in Brittany, having already spent a few days in Englandshire too, way south of your patch.
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A fitting remembrance.
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Cheers, Iain
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Beautiful story CE. I have a great-uncle who died during WWI who is buried in a French cemetery.
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If it is any consolation, Susan, those that I have seen are immaculately tended with great honour and respect.
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Thank you for this timely piece.
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Cheers, Keith
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