Remembering

 Remembrance Sunday:  As I cooked some potato cakes I listened to the service this morning.  The children's voices today who still lose their fathers to military death.  Old and young voices. I had also seen video after video of the floods in the Gazan camps and the misery of the people.  War is terrible.

But as I had written about the Preseli Hills the other day, I remembered the fragments of an English World War 11 plane that had crashed up on the hill.

Coming on it so suddenly was a shock, I think because that such small parts still remained all these years later.  The real evidence of war still lying on the surface.  The plane had a number - Liberator EV881.   A short note here.  Four Canadians and five British men.  Six of which  died. It is a difficult place to find and perhaps that is for the best.  I  had just stumbled on it and tried to imagine, as I stood in a rather shocked state, the plane coming down. The ground seems burnt forever.

A rather poor photograph