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This, too, is a day late. Britain's Daily Mail carries an article about the first day of the Somme offensive, ninety years ago yesterday, when the whistles blew and seven hundred and fifty thousand men went "over the top" into No Man's Land. Nineteen thousand of them died on the first day, of fifty eight thousand British casualties on that day; one Canadian regiment was reduced to a third of its strength in the first half-hour of the offensive. More than seventy two thousand of the dead of the Somme have no known graves, and are commemorated on a single monument at Thiepval.
When the abortive assault was over, four months later, the British Expeditionary Force had suffered four hundred and twenty thousand casualties, the French two hundred thousand, the Germans an estimated five hundred thousand ... all for an advance that at no point along the front exceeded twelve kilometers.
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My Grandpa fought in WWI, he never talked about it. His eventual father in law was a surgeon in the same war, I don't think they met. It is not that they ignored it, it was more like an interruption of their lives, not important to life, but something that needed to be done, and then put away.
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Any sufficiently momentous event, good or bad, has a way of inspiring such things.
"Half a league half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:
'Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns' he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred...." (http://www.nationalcenter.org/ChargeoftheLightBrigade.html)
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