'Looking back towards safety from the Auchonvilliers trenches, one daily saw a high crucifix at the end of the town, silvered and silhouetted in the sunset. Before we came away, this sad sculpture had fallen...'
War Diaries of a Little Englander. Being the toy soldier, wargaming and kit bashing ramblings of a middle-aged Englishman.
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