Seigneur des Arm
I served a mission in France and Belgium and it was there that I began to understand the consequences of war. It was there that I first saw in innumerable rows of white. Verdun, her rolling hills capped with a chapel to the dead. The windows that let you gaze upon the anonymous bones. The neighboring city that was no more – only a memorial chapel and pock marks instead of pedestrians. Calais with her white cliffs. The bunkers remained. (more…)