Friday, July 15, 2016

100 Words a Day 887


The ignorant visitor would be hard pressed to believe that the wide, flat plain stretching out majestically before them was the site of more death than all the other bloody clashes of the war of succession put together. Relics from the conflict would occasionally surface to be discovered by children shirking their chores or young people trying to escape the watchful eyes of their chaperones. Other battlefields had statues commemorating the clash of arms, or the tombs of great warriors who fell in the blood-mud fields. That wasn’t the case here. Everyone wanted to simply forget the great, red horror.

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