UK, France, Canada & Belgium. In Flanders Field (not the poem but the actual location) UK, France and Canada make their way to Belgium's house for Remembrance Day. Buckets of angst pls.
The only sound is the lone trumpet playing it’s Last Stand.
A sob breaks through the silence, as though the first crack in a dam more join. There is wailing now as the minute passes. Families embrace for loved ones long past, lost in a war that was supposed to end all wars.
Why did they go?
Some ask themselves what did their loved ones die for?
Did it really solve anything?
There are few left who knew those who died personally, but there are four standing to the side who remember them all.
They remember them.
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
Private William Duncan
Private Maximilien Paul Emile Marie
Lazare Ponticelli
Canadian, British, Beligium and French a like.
They all lie here together. Together in life and together in death.
Canada’s lips are moving. He is repeating a poem named after this place.
‘In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row,'
UK is silent, his face a stony. His eyes are dry but troubled. His heart aches as he looks at the only markers for thousands who died for them. And he remembers still the hundreds of thousands who are not here. The millions who answered his call.
There are tears running down Belgium’s cheeks. She is quiet but she cannot hold her tears. She cries for the soldiers and for the memory of the 4th of August 1914. She cried for her lost innocence and her lost children.
France is the one who shows the least emotion. He aches for those who have been lost and for the choices made against those who would not fight. The ceremony ends and the cries of the living echoes the cries of the dead for one still moment in the ears of the four.
They close their eyes and for another year they pray for their peace, for the peace of the world.
But they know it will not come to pass.
So they turn, heading to the lone house on a hill not too far away.
Soon more tears will flow and they will laugh, cry and reminisce about those long gone.
And in the air a whisper a reminder to never forget:
‘The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.’
------ author!anon had a lot of trouble writing this, she cried. She isn't sure if it's exactly what OP want though.
Some little notes to go with it. All those who are listed are real people who died in the war except Lazare Ponticelli who was France's last surviving veteran until recently. Other important things mentioned:
In Flanders Fields: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_Flanders_Fields World War I Casualties: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_War_I_casualties Rape of Belgium: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rape_of_Belgium French Army Mutinies: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_Army_Mutinies_(1917)
Plus I find it fitting that Wiki featured Lazare Ponticelli on its front page today. I realized this after I made my request, and that made me even more melancholy.
Anon enjoyed this immensely, but would like to point out some errors:
-tense shifts! (Belgium cries then cried?) -Belgian is the name for the people, not "Belgium" -Some wording was super-awkward -Lone trumpet is playing ITS last stand
but these are things you can totally fix. The fic itself was strong, and that's the most important thing. :) Good work.
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In Flanders Field
(Anonymous) 2009-03-12 03:33 am (UTC)(link)In Flanders Field [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-12 07:33 am (UTC)(link)The only sound is the lone trumpet playing it’s Last Stand.
A sob breaks through the silence, as though the first crack in a dam more join. There is wailing now as the minute passes. Families embrace for loved ones long past, lost in a war that was supposed to end all wars.
Why did they go?
Some ask themselves what did their loved ones die for?
Did it really solve anything?
There are few left who knew those who died personally, but there are four standing to the side who remember them all.
They remember them.
Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae
Private William Duncan
Private Maximilien Paul Emile Marie
Lazare Ponticelli
Canadian, British, Beligium and French a like.
They all lie here together. Together in life and together in death.
Canada’s lips are moving. He is repeating a poem named after this place.
‘In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,'
UK is silent, his face a stony. His eyes are dry but troubled. His heart aches as he looks at the only markers for thousands who died for them. And he remembers still the hundreds of thousands who are not here. The millions who answered his call.
There are tears running down Belgium’s cheeks. She is quiet but she cannot hold her tears. She cries for the soldiers and for the memory of the 4th of August 1914. She cried for her lost innocence and her lost children.
France is the one who shows the least emotion. He aches for those who have been lost and for the choices made against those who would not fight.
The ceremony ends and the cries of the living echoes the cries of the dead for one still moment in the ears of the four.
They close their eyes and for another year they pray for their peace, for the peace of the world.
But they know it will not come to pass.
So they turn, heading to the lone house on a hill not too far away.
Soon more tears will flow and they will laugh, cry and reminisce about those long gone.
And in the air a whisper a reminder to never forget:
‘The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.’
------
author!anon had a lot of trouble writing this, she cried. She isn't sure if it's exactly what OP want though.
Some little notes to go with it. All those who are listed are real people who died in the war except Lazare Ponticelli who was France's last surviving veteran until recently. Other important things mentioned:
In Flanders Fields: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/In_Flanders_Fields
World War I Casualties: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_War_I_casualties
Rape of Belgium: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rape_of_Belgium
French Army Mutinies: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/French_Army_Mutinies_(1917)
OP here
(Anonymous) 2009-03-12 08:37 am (UTC)(link)Plus I find it fitting that Wiki featured Lazare Ponticelli on its front page today. I realized this after I made my request, and that made me even more melancholy.
Re: OP here
(Anonymous) 2009-03-12 04:27 pm (UTC)(link)author!anon did not realize wiki did that. She wasn't too sure when he died, it was on a site she found with google
Re: In Flanders Field [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-12 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)-tense shifts! (Belgium cries then cried?)
-Belgian is the name for the people, not "Belgium"
-Some wording was super-awkward
-Lone trumpet is playing ITS last stand
but these are things you can totally fix. The fic itself was strong, and that's the most important thing. :) Good work.
Re: In Flanders Field [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-12 04:23 pm (UTC)(link)sorry about those v.v
glad you enjoyed despite them all ^^
Re: In Flanders Field [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2009-03-12 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)