Now I want the pic of him brandishing a bayonet lol That is one brave girl!Last week my boys friends who are girl twin 17 yr olds heard someone breaking into their house so they hid in the basement where the robbers proceeded to take their big screen, computers, etc...one of them called the cops and by time they were done loading the truck the cops were there. Bet that was scary!
That must have been awful, but it sounds like they did the right thing.
"Ah", I thought. "I have a bayonet. So that's what I could do with it!"Brief pause while he rummages under the desk... Yep. There it is. 14" of Solingen steel. Great-Uncle Herbert brought it back from the Great War.I remember him, when I was very young, Herbert would be on a day-bed, chaise longue, wrapped in a blanket, I was a little scared of him, his occasional shakes, and piercing gaze. Shell shock and mustard gas. On the wall was a picture of a proud young couple, a man in uniform, with his rifle and pack, medals on his chest, and a young woman, smiling for the camera.And another picture, a group of young men waving from a train. Herbert was the only one who survived the first world war. I remember him telling me to go to the village war-memorial, and to write down the names, and bring them to him. And when I did, he pointed to the picture. "Tommy Snowden, that's him on the left, see, and there's Bill Umpleby, his dad worked on your grandfather's farm, and Norman Crosby, see, his mother was the schoolteacher, I used to sit behind him."And, when he died, my Auntie Alice gave my dad the bayonet. He used it in the garden, then it sat and rusted. When my mother died, I found it as we cleared out the house. I cleaned it with wire-wool and sewing-machine oil, then it slipped into oblivion in the box beneath the desk, until I read your post.And now, I'm looking at it, wondering about its history. German, of course, Kaiser Bill's army.Was it a thing of horror and gore? Or was its main glory the opening of cans of corned beef?Either way, now, it's no longer a weapon. Handy when I needed to pry up a floorboard a few months ago. But it would never occur to me to chase someone with it.(me? Oh. via Rob's Webstek)
Thanks for passing by soubriquet. Yes, it's the photos of the young men heading off to war that we are more familiar with, not so many pictures taken after they returned, more the names on the war memorials or the photos of the war graves and memorials. I would think that for the men who fought in the war, it never ended.I wonder how many people have a bayonet to hand nowadays.