I do tend to ramble on about my man hermit *flirt!* If you can put up with that, feel free to wander round at will... :)
"Take my hand I give it to you, Now you own me, all I am... You said you would never leave me, I believe you, I believe. I can feel you all around me, thickening the air I'm breathing... Holding on to what I'm feeling, Savouring this heart that's healed."
I found this last night while net~trawling during a quiet shift. My friend Kaz had also spotted it and linked it on her page. Cool idea! This looks like it'll be a fascinating read ~ I know what I'll be doing during my break tonight. :)
From The Times January 4, 2008 Soldier’s ‘blog’ from WW1 trenches is internet hit Will Pavia
It is a conflict that is fading from living memory, but a “blog” from the trenches of the First World War has become a surprise hit on the internet.
In the past year, the writings of Private Harry Lamin from the Yorkshire and Lancashire Regiment have come to compete with the diaries of call girls, policemen and politicos. The travails of this soldier, set down on the front line in France and Italy in letters to his family, are being posted online 90 years to the day after they were written.
Like the family who anxiously awaited his letters in 1918, thousands of readers keenly await his next post. In the comments section, readers worry over whether he will make it home alive, as he passes through the battles of Messines Ridge and Passchendaele.
His fate has been kept a secret by Bill Lamin, his 59-year-old grandson, who runs the blog and adds photographs and maps he has found while researching the path that his grandfather took through the war. The idea for the blog came to Private Lamin’s grandson, a maths and IT teacher, in 2006.
Harry Lamin, who was born in 1887, worked in Nottingham’s lace industry before being conscripted in 1917 at the age of 29. The first post is in February of that year, from an army training camp in Staffordshire. On May 13, he arrived in France.
In letters to his older brother Jack, a clergyman in Leeds, he writes of being “buried and knocked about” on Messines Ridge and of “rough, rough times” on the front line.
To his sister Kate, a midwife, he is more elliptical. “We had an exciting time up the line,” he wrote to her from the Menin Road in November. “But we beat them back. They lost a good many men.”
The latest word from Private Lamin is on the day before New Year’s Eve, from Italy. He is waiting for his Christmas parcels and news of his wife, Ethel, and Willie, their baby son. To read it, visit www.wwar1.blogspot.com.
Drats my computer won't go to the blog...... Well now you have me all interested in this Sue ...hmmm maybe you could grab the blogs and post them for those od us that can't get there?
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