The Battle of Passchendaele was the third summer of war between the Allied Forces and the Ger
mans over the area of Ypres, Belgium. This strategic ground was important because of its location, right in the path of the German forces moving through Belgium into northern France. Passchendaele was a small town on the outskirts of Ypres, one that was at one point, behind the German front lines, but taken by the Allies in the Third Battle of Ypres, or the Battle of Passchendaele. Though the Allied forces held strong throughout the war, withstanding multiple offensive attacks by the Germans, Ypres and area was destroyed. Not only was the area in ruins, hundreds of thousands of lives were lost on the front lines, loved ones gone forever.
I can’t even begin to imagine the pain and suffering of the young men, and even boys, sent across the world to go through hell and back again, or the pain of the loved ones left behind. Like Sarah in the movie Passchendaele, she watched her brother and love of her life march off dutifully to war. My relationships with my father and brother are very strong, and to have them leave my mom, sister, and I without knowing if they would ever return… I would go insane. War is hell on earth, and I never want to have anyone I know, or even anyone I don’t know, to have to go through that.
I believe the worst part of war is not the death counts, cemeteries, memorials, or destruction of the towns and cities, but the haunted memories left in the minds of survivors. Mr. Sader’s post, Why We Remember, has some very good information and pictures deciphering these times and places. “I died in hell. They called it Passchendaele.” - Siegfried Sassoon. Though I would want nothing more than to see my family and friends come home from such devastation, if they were not physically or mentally the same, I would be just as heartbroken as if they were dead. The pain for the survivors would be horrifyin
g and disturbing, their eyes forever holding witness to the most gruesome acts by human beings upon other humans. I am grateful everyday for the rights and freedoms I have received from their ultimate sacrifices, but pray to God every night it will never happen again.
The movie Passchendaele was intended to educate society on the horrors of war. I found many of the scenes in the movie very disturbing, though the complete plot of the story I found almost disrespectful to the soldiers and other participants of the war. No Hollywood producer would ever have the guts or insight to recapture the horrors of war, definitely never Passchendaele, with the mud like quicksand and artillery a constant sound in the air. The slaughter of human beings was, at one scene in the movie, portrayed to the extent that I believed war was actually taped for the movie. This scene lasted mere seconds, yet left the largest imprint upon my mind. The attempt this movie made to educate was well intended, but I don’t believe war will ever be correctly portrayed on the big screen.
The wars in Afghanistan and Iraq today have recaptured the minds and bodies of the WWI and WWII survivors. Their scars torn open, eyes re-seeing every detail of the front lines, and minds gone back to the hell they’ll never escape. Our troops in Afghanistan have suffered their own losses, almost 100 lives lost and still counting. Remembrance Day has come to serve a new purpose, a new reason for mourning losses from the World Wars to the current wars in Afghanistan and Iraq. We can no longer call wars the “War to end Wars” because it will always be a part of human life.
“We do it all the time because we’re good at it,” says Dunne, ruminating in the trenches. “And we’re good at it because we’re used to it. And we’re used to it because we do it all the time.”
No matter how hard we all try to live in peace, life will continue in hell. Everyone has different views and beliefs about peace, love, and understanding. Survivors will be the only ones to fully realize the devastation, pain, and the ultimate losses of war. Until the day we reach heaven, hell will always be present.