No child or future generation will ever know what this was like. They will never understand.
When it is over we will go quietly among the living and we will not tell them. We will talk and sleep and go about our business like human beings.
We will seal what we have seen in the silence of our hearts and no words will reach us. (Birdsong, p 340)
The generation that lived through WW1 almost managed to keep its horrors to themselves. As time passed, survivors died and other atrocities succeeded it, the Great War risked becoming a forgotten war. Sebastian Faulks’ novel Birdsong was part of a renaissance of remembrance when it was published in the 1990s. Continue reading