Atrocity Landscapes
Trench Beaumont-Hamel Somme, France, 2008 2008-2009
“As I scrambled over the fallen earth, I felt half-buried bodies softly give under the weight of my hand. I went on, keeping to the open until voices, shouting to me to come down, made me drop into the trench. Looking over, I saw the head of a man bob over the earth, and as he beckoned me to join him, I crawled towards him and was led safely to a trench that his battalion occupied. I was in one of the reserve lines; a little way ahead, where the earth was being flung up by shells, lay the front line.”
—Peter Maze, 1916
