You are a very sad person, if that is true.
In all seriousness, every fragment of mud contains one or two atoms, indeed even molecules, that were there on the day. Mind you, there is an argument about every breath you take contains atoms where were once taken in by Marylyn Monroe. (Yes, I know, but actually………)
Mrs Deadhead joined us for our third trip around the battlefield, but only because the weather forecast was anything but bucketing down. Maybe also because the Brussels hotel spa thing (you know…hot stones, facials, nails, waxes…no you do not want to know…) was booked for that day. It is for those with XX chromosomes of a certain age and income level.
So, third time, the two lads and 'er …oh and me….walked around the field. Bless her, she climbed into Hougoumont, she knew who Dan O'Herlighly was meant to be, she settled in that nice bar opposite where Le Cambronne once was. (That was an awful place, best demolished ). The day got hotter and the beer flowed. Train from Braine l'Alleud. Great day out. Still got the mud.
Even tonight Belgium is in the news as a target for terrorism………
Sick. Support these people, who need tourists.
Take home a handful of mud. I must be sad, but I often look at that canister, now half full and think……well…I just think.
I do know there were other battles in the Napoleonic Wars (Like Quatres Bras, Ligny, Wavre, indeed earlier than that, like the bridge at Charleroi) but…….they did not count.
