This Years Remembrance Day marks 100 Years since the end of the first world war and many of our Artists wanted to do something special in honour of the event. In that spirit the THH Gallery is having a special Remembrance day Exhibition.
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Our Artists work includes…
“Last Man Standing”
WW1 – Why am I the Last man Standing?
Brothers, I can’t believe you’re all here lying in rows, while the crazy charge seems to go on and on. Guns and shells blasting as we all run on.
The wire was left intact and the battalion ripped to shreds, here you lie my comrades all bloody and dead.
They told us one day at the very start, we would all be home before Christmas. Not forever staying behind and away from our family, friends and loved ones.
Here you now lie in a far off land after being slaughtered never to return.
I will wait my turn to join you, my family and my friends, when I’m posted back to Blighty to train new recruits, another round of young men in the early stages of life’s shoots.
It won’t be long till I’m back here I’m sure. I will try to brace and endure. Until I lie with you all again. I’m glad none of you are in torment or in pain.
“Eye Of The Storm”
Dec 14 ceasefire on Christmas Day where soldiers from both sides played football. They chatted and put the world to right. These lads found they were just the same as one another.
These brief sketches are an attempt to describe the efforts of working war horses in WW1. We are all familiar with this theme following the theatre and screen representations of the subject.
Ordinary men and ordinary horses working together with love and respect for each other not in their homeland fields but in the most tragic and dreadful war-torn landscape.
“At The Going Down Of The Sun”
The sun is setting on a torn and uninhabited wasteland. Meanwhile the river meanders on its course as nature begins the recovery process following that man made disaster..and in the morning we will remember them.
Before the bombs and bloodshed, our soldiers marched through the fields amongst the poppies towards the rising sun. Perhaps a moment of calm reflection and beauty where they stood. Their quiet thoughts may have turned towards their loved ones far away, and for a moment, perhaps the poppies instilled a sense of peace.
Our tommy a hell of a man
In the trenches of a foreign land.
Fighting so all can be free,
O god bring tommy back to me.