Rusting away in different corners of deepest France, old warriors
Old warriors have their stories of of bravery, deeds done, battles lost and won, heroism, sacrifice – old men as old husks tell us of their young mens’ war – we listen, we honour, we remember. These old warriors are different though – the carcasses and rotting husks of those machines that took men to war and those machines that were ready to fight the war that never was.
I think of the time, the means, the ingenuity, the science that went into creating these machines and now they are dying.
Old warriors, snapped here, there, everywhere and nowhere.